Krs-One

Only a few... will understand
and appreciate whats about to happen
Das EFX, come in!!!
Verse One: Das EFX
[Drayz]
Well its the super duper rhymer rhymer Im about to set it
Niggaz best forget it let it be or youll regret it D
So what it B... the D to the fuckin P
(Yo its me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see)
I bes 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 EFXn
We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect yall
[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
Its 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 yall get ate, my shitll make you faint
So much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the fuckin paint
You think it aint 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
Im brandishin, stiggedy styles to keep MCs vanishing
Scattering, fuck it, styles dont be mattering
My patterns amazing son Blazing like a Saddle and
Battlings a no-no, got more Fame than Coco
Im paid and still drips ya with a blade from my logo
So take your, style and Go-Go like D.C. niggaz
Yall know the haps we movin strapped on the East nigga
[Drayz]
Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, its Crazy Drayzs 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
Whats 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 cant bear it, you cant even wear it
You oughts to just cheer it, go get it spirit!!
As I fa-la-la-la-la, Im 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 didnt heed the warning
Now Im in the place, now Im 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!!
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