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Hard Core Rap Act (LP Version)
Das EFX
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The hardcore rap act is back
Ha, ha, ha ha, now who's laughing?
(Hardcore!)
The hardcore rap act is back (no bo-nobody's smiling)
The hardcore rap act is back
Ha, ha, ha ha, now who's laughing? (Hardcore!)
The hardcore rap act is back (no bo-nobody's smiling)
Yo, yo, I said it first with the verse
To make these niggas wanna act up
Smackin' up the wack as all these schemin' hook the track up
So back up, a swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my ding-a
Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit
Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit
So bring your weapon, or keep it steppin'
Or hit the deck and, 'cause in a second, I'ma pull a fuckin' tech and
Start rejectin' 'em, a vector when I kick
Y'all niggas think y'all sick but y'all can suck my fuckin' dick
Now see me gettin' busy with my man and my DJ
Strictly kickin' tracks and then we max like EJ
'Cause we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be fakin'
And if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin' break-in
Or broken, no jokin', I shoot 'em in them rahs
Fuckin' with Das, you wind up in the hos
Pital, so bust my riddle, when I reveal it
If niggas wanna play around and stay around and feel it
'Cause yo'
The hardcore rap act is back
Ha, ha, ha ha, now who's laughing?
(Hardcore!)
The hardcore rap act is back (no bo-nobody's smiling)
The hardcore rap act is back
Ha, ha, ha ha, now who's laughing? (Hardcore!)
The hardcore rap act is back (no bo-nobody's smiling)
Yo to my style there is no equal boy I'm lethal like some tumors
My crew be strokin' bitches like I used to stroke my Pumas
With my toothbrush, see, I do just what I wanna
I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner
So you never catch me rappin' about no shit like the government
But I be snappin' on MC's like your bitch snapped on Doublemint
Got a shotty, and a burner, and I keeps the two ready
To hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry
Christ been nice since Doc sliced my umbilical
Knew that I would be the ill funk freaker of the syllables
The son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant
See I smoke blunts but yo, my pops smoked Winston
Well, it's the D-A-S, I can't forget the E and
F and to the X so when I flex you know I be in
Effect I wreck a nigga on the mic with my strategy
Kids is mad at me, 'cause they ain't as fuckin' bad as me
I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them
I could care less for them, I'm too fresh for them
I just be wreckin' shop and gettin' busy nigga check it
Never actin' broke 'cause yo, I sold a fuckin' record
I'm too slick for that, suck my big dick for that
Don't try to try to clap my rap 'cause yo I'm too quick for that
I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crew and
So if you didn't know, well, nigga, this is how we doin', uh
The hardcore rap act is back
Ha, ha, ha ha, now who's laughing?
(Hardcore!)
The hardcore rap act is back (no bo-nobody's smiling)
The hardcore rap act is back
Ha, ha, ha ha, now who's laughing? (Hardcore!)
The hardcore rap act is back (no bo-nobody's smiling)
Abra-ra-cadabra, return of the punk MC batterer
I'm mad at the, system like the niggas up in Attica
From hallways and doorways I rip shit like that
'Cause there's more ways son, than one to skin a fuckin' cat
Yo, it's the rootin' tootin'est, shoot to give
Nigga with the stupidest, flow, son you'll get
No wins 'cause I've been
Lurkin' in the murky waters of my starvin' shark style
Ever since the days of the clarks and the argyles
Quip I rip shit to bits like piranha
When I blow up the spot with more watts than Rwanda
And when I come through, I'm hittin' you up with the one, two
Tecs flex raps like Bruce Lee flexed the kung fu
Look at my tongue dude, what it feel like, get I'll like
That, fat nigga my game is all skill type
Used to fuck with shorties with the jellies playin' skelly
Now my name is on your flyers and my tires say Pirelli
With the chrome dip, so don't flip 'cause shit's gon' get
Heated up, I'm weeded up, yo, Dice I need a cut
Bring it
The hardcore rap act is back
Ha, ha, ha ha, now who's laughing?
(Hardcore!)
The hardcore rap act is back (no bo-nobody's smiling)
The hardcore rap act is back
Ha, ha, ha ha, now who's laughing? (Hardcore!)
The hardcore rap act is back (no bo-nobody's smiling)
Hardcore!
Hardcore!
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