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das efx - represent the real lyrics

only a few… will understand
and appreciate what’s about to happen
das efx, come in!!!

[verse one: das efx]

[drayz](krs-one)
well it’s the super duper rhymer rhymer i’m about to set it
n-ggas best forget it let it be or you’ll regret it g
so what it b?! the d to the f-ckin p!
(yo it’s me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see)
i be’s the ultimate, drop the ultra sh-t, f-ck the other sh-t
biggety b-tter sh-t is how we comin kid we runnin sh-t
now who you f-ckin with is diggey das efx
and we flexin, cause kid we got this rhyming to perfection

[skoob]
aiyyo i figgety flow i rocket blow a n-gga out the socket
getting high to keep the dread, now they 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
f-ck 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]

[drayz]
to corny n-ggas y’all get ate, my sh-t’ll make you faint
so much platinum on my walls that i can hardly see the f-ckin paint
you think it ain’t but for a year i stopped recordin
now look we comin’ back and runnin’ sh-t like f-ckin michael jordan
accordin, to my n-ggas in the sewer
yo you a, corny n-gga so we gots ta do ya

[skoob]
this for my n-ggas on the block, handlin’ rock like kenny anderson
i’m brandishin, stiggedy styles to keep mc’s vanishing
scattering, f-ck it, styles don’t be mattering
my pattern’s amazing son blazing like a saddle and
battling’s a no-no, got more fame than coco
i’m paid and still jux you with a blade from my logo
so take your, style and go-go like d.c. n-ggas
y’all know the haps we movin strapped on the east n-gga

[drayz]
yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it’s krazy drayz’s payday
i riggedy wreck it eryday, kick sh-t like f-ckin pele
but wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the m-sses
for cl-sses, yo krs come get up in they -sses

[verse 3: krs-one]
what… 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 ok
but i chop that -ss up anyway
what’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 belt lyrics females are screamin for help
when you hear it, you can’t bear it, you can’t even wear it
you oughts to just cheer it, go get in the spirit!!
of the la-la-la-la-la, i’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 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 nothin but lace
krs is like mace, in your motherf-ckin face
yo dj dice, tear down the place!!

- das efx lyrics

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