Featuring das efx
Only a few... will understand
And appreciate whatand's about to happen
Das efx come in!!!
Verse one: das efx
[drayz]
Well itand's the super duper rhymer rhymer iand'm about to set it
Niggaz best forget it let it be or youand'll regret it d
So what it b... the d to the fuckin p
(yo itand's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see)
I beand's the ultimate drop the ultra shit fuck the other shit
Biggety buttah shit is how we comin kid we runnin shit
Now who you fuckin with is diggey das efxand'n
We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect yand'all
[books]
Aiyyo i figgety flow i rocket blow a nigga out the socket
Keep in mind to keep the dread, now they like my pocket, watch it
Itand'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, the bdp and hit squad committee
King of my city, ask my cousin smitty, yo
Got to get the dough, got to blow the spot
Diggity das krs east coast on lock
Verse two: das-efx, krs
[drayz]
To corny niggaz yand'all get ate, my shitand'll make you faint
So much platinum on my walls that i can hardly see the fuckin paint
You think it ainand't before a year and stopped recordin
Now look we comin back and runnin shit like fuckin michael jordan
Accordin, to my niggaz in the sewer
Yo you a, corny nigga so we gots ta do ya
[books]
This for my niggaz on the block, handlin rock like kenny anderson
Iand'm brandishin, stiggedy styles to keep mcand's vanishing
Scattering, fuck it, styles donand't be mattering
My patternand's amazing son blazing like a saddle and
Battlingand's a no-no, got more fame than coco
Iand'm paid and still drips ya with a blade from my logo
So take your, style and go-go like d.c. niggaz
Yand'all know the haps we movin strapped on the east nigga
[drayz]
Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, itand's crazy drayzand's payday
I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like fuckin pele
But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses
For classes, yo krs come get up in they asses
[krs]
What... i say, follow me follow me
With my syllable syllable lyrical criminal
Mc threats are minimal to my phsyical they just
Whittle and whittle away, with little and little to say
As they piddle and paddle away, they say ok
But i chop that ass up anyway
Whatand's your handle i got mad mc heads upon a mantle
I got genuine mc skin sandals
I light the mic up like a candle, watch it melt
Cause when i felt lyrics you both are screamin for help
When you hear it, you canand't bear it, you canand't even wear it
You oughts to just cheer it, go get it spirit!!
As i fa-la-la-la-la, iand'm comin with that rara
Rockin mics when you was googoo gaga to your momma
You wanted to battle krs when you was young you told your poppa
He slapped you in your head and said uhh-uhh
But you didnand't heed the warning
Now iand'm in the place, now iand'm your face
Lookin at your crew but they all broke out
Because they nothin but lace
Krs is like mace, in your motherfuckin face
Yo dj dice, tear down the place!!
