Represent The Real with Das EFX
KRS-One
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[Verse 1: Das EFX (KRS-One)
Well it's the super-duper rhymer rhymer I'm about to set it
Niggas best forget it, let it be or you'll regret it
G so what it be, the D to the fuckin P
(Yo it's me the lyricist they fearin this as you can see)
Cause he's the ultimate, drop the ultra shit, fuck the other shit
Biggedy butter shit, that's how we comin kid we runnin shit
Now who you fuckin with, it's nigga Das EFX and
We flexin, cause kid we got this rhymin to perfection
[Verse 2: KRS-One (Das EFX)
Aiyyo I figgedy flow I rock it blow a nigga out the socket
Gettin powder, keep the dread, knotted like my pocket
Watch it, it's the rhyme fiend about a second from the crime scene
The boogie banger twisted off the lime green
Fuck a dime we, strictly fifty, for BDP and Hit Squad
The Committed, King of my city, ask my cousin Smitty
Yo, got to get the dough, got to blow the spot
Diggidy Das, KRS, East coast on lock
[Verse 3: Das EFX (KRS-One)
To corny niggas y'all get ate, my shit'll make you faint
So much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the fuckin paint
You think it ain't but for a year I stop recordin
Now look we comin back and runnin shit like fuckin Michael Jordan
Accordin, to my niggas in the sewer
Yo you a, corny nigga so we gots to do ya
[Verse 4: KRS-One (Das EFX)
(This for my niggas on the block) Handlin rock like Kenny Anderson
I'm brandishin, stiggedy styles that keep MC's vanishin
Scatterin, fuck it, styles don't be matterin
My patterin's amazin son, blazin like a savalin
Battlin's a no-no, got mo' fame than Coco
I'm paid and still jux ya with a blade from my logo
So take yo', style and go-go like D.C. niggas
Y'all know the haps we movin strapped from the East nigga
[Verse 5: Das EFX (KRS-One)
Yo, yo, well miggidy mayday, mayday, it's Krazy Drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it e'ryday, kick shit like fuckin Pelรฉ
But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses
Classless, yo KRS come get up in they asses
I say, follow me follow me with my syllable syllable lyrical criminal
MC threats are minimal to my physical
They just whittle and whittle away
With, little and little to say, as they piddle and paddle away
They say okay, but I chop that ass up anyway
What's your handle I got mad MC heads upon a mantel
I got genuine MC skin sandals
I light the mic up like a candle, watch it melt
Cause when I felt lyrics, you felt like screamin for help
When you hear it, you can't bear it, you can't even wear it
You ought to just cheer it, go on get in the spirit!
Of the la-la-la-la-la, I'm comin with that ra-ra
Rockin mics when you was goo-goo ga-ga to your mama
You wanted to battle KRS when you was young you told your papa
He slapped you in your head and said uh-uh
But you didn't heed the warning
Now I'm in the place, now I'm in your face
Lookin at your crew but they all
Broke out because they nuttin but lace
KRS is like mace, in your motherfuckin face
Yo DJ Dice, tear down the place!