[Verse 1: Crackerjacks]
I got the eatables
the things that taste so good to eat
word to the manilla on your paper
it's the brittle with a crackerjack caper
now who said that I was all for my own
not did a flesson-flit to brontosaurus bone
here goes the eatable eats cos I eat sweets
not stakes or meats, I got styles
STYLES!
get it honey child, in it to win it
run miles and miles to the speaker
silver/paprika, it's the Sound of the Zeekers

OH!

[Verse 2: Gollie G]
Gollie G bumblebee ring around the rosie
a pocket full of hoesie, the hip hop scooby doo wop
watch the jaws drop, lets the sign say stop
BANG!
was my friend to the end
Chukie was a lucky so here's your end friend
I sets the show, ain't brocoli and rice
the newer to the new not the old spice
mind over matter it's got a two scoop loop
Betty Crocker make that better
poindexter flex to tracks by Busta
with a little bit of sore from the Crackerjack store
still at will
forfilled up the skill for the jill by the Jack
misguided mojo swing low string
sing along as I bring along with the song
sedated by the maid, meenie mi mo
yo, gotta go, GOTTA GOTTA GO SO!
on and off but the end ain't yet stick around
cos the zeeker gots the sound

[Chorus 1:]
jeepers, creepers, it's the Sound of the Zeekers [x2]

[Verse 3: Sha-Now]
neverlettheysaid I like a tracks
leaders of the new school what a fresh pack
flowin with this groovy track
welcome to Sound of the Zeekers
just not get trap taste this lyrical bliss
to the brain Sha-Now here there's no shame
in my game let me be your remedy man
I can hit your ears with the words that I share
SO
taste this feel forenow I made the grave
a vocalists sound that you have to obey
Sha-Now in tropical later or here on the scene
sounds of the zeekers just not a dream

[Verse 4: Rumpletilkinz]
I'm drizzy on may i'm be on the ill tate
I'm simply teaching and representing triple A
KILL the negative ADD the positive
that's me why that's my prerogative
I dress ghetto, look ghetto, came from the ghetto
but now I gotta let me in with the flow
I riding from the bottom going straight to the top
when I'm old and grey (I) become the hip hop pops
I'm crossing a line, heading for the border
feeling quite thirsty, need a cup of water
toilet in gremlins, the late sub tremblings
90's are the year of the Rumpeltilskinz
take it all witches who thought I made ditches
if you front to this you just get stitches
down with the rumpeltil and I love to hit skinz
should I begin transcend by friends
Geronimo not an animal, a dance cannibal
on the dancefloor I'm willing and able to freak
and zeek and I'm out

[Verse 5: Kallie Weed]
now this is Kallie Weed pon the version (BOW, BOW!)

but there is one, tell me one, to no understand (BOW, BOW!)
now when they call nobody does me understand important (BOW, BOW!)
they want to be moving away, so move all your bottoms (BOW, BOW!)
here inna da place with LONS (BOW, BOW!)
inna them youth, them young and them chests (BOW, BOW!)
north east south and west everybody move and progress (BOW, BOW!)
inna de 90's wit aye aye aye aye (AYE AYE, AYE AYE)

[Chorus 2:]
fim fi fo fum, fim fi fo fum, let all the zeekers in the dance
fim fi fo fum, fim fi fo fum, Charlie Brown make the dancehall loud

[Verse 6: Charlie Brown]
zoom-ba-di-dooh-dah zoom-ba-di-day, OW!
there's only one Charlie Brown zeeker of the speaker
much getting louder lunchtime all out with the chimes
[Peanut's teacher speaking] OW!
Crackerjacks braking your back
A.I. like a track now relaters REACT
come into flow, come into flow
better vacation never the less kick pick stick
jump the pumk rest, nooooow
no bizz like showbizz, Brown THERE IT IS!
better vibrate the ground got speakers
OW, OW, ZEEKERS!

[Verse 7: Dinco D]
L - O - N - S!
zeeking with zest, zen jive as crazy
minds combine elevating the maze
of incredible character scripture of a picture
picture mister D - I - N - C - O!
be a mind but speaking with evidence
ever number one or not, it's irrelevant
so I zone and zones are forbidden
especialy with sounds so ill to be witnessed
zee like zack the Lego maniac
you ask what's that? I say bring it back!

[Verse 8: Cut-monitor Milo]
I got short dreadlocks and white red SNEAKERS!
illin' on this track call Sound of the ZEEKERS!
before I prolong let's just go on
to another measure of bliss and of pleasure
see I don't ride WHOOOOS cos I know be faking
don't eat bacon cos that's forsaking
my heritage is straight up Jamaican
no need to play hot cos I can't be frozen
just take this as a mailpress token
how many pennies do you need to make cents / sense?
how do you know when you have a six cents / sixth sense
BEEP BEEP BEEP! is the sound of my beeper
and the name of this track it's Sound of the Zeekers

[Verse 9: Busta Rhymes]
I love the feminine fats when they go (hah, hah)
till their itty-bitty bust then show (hah, hah)
babe babe doll, babe babe babe doll
showing you Busta Rhymes will never fall
everybody in the house if you're zeeking make some noise
(AAHHHH YEAH YEAH YEAH!) it will never weaken and
bring back that sound from the woman and (hah, hah)
that beatiful sound I'm loving (hah, hah)
you front a move right up to the show bizz
chemistry work in the Lab of Noizes
so back off you rats and you creatures
react sit back and listen to the Sound of the Zeekers!

done!
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Thanks to (fire-eyed-boy) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 22, 2008