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Only a few... Will understand And appreciate what's about to happen Das efx, come in!!! Verse One: Das efx [Drayz] Well it's the super duper rhymer rhymer I'm about to set it Niggaz best forget it let it be or you'll regret it D So what it B... The D to the fuckin P (Yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see) I be'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 efx'n We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect y'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 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, 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 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 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 I'm brandishin, stiggedy styles to keep mc's vanishing Scattering, fuck 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 drips ya with a blade from my logo So take your, style and Go-Go like D. C. Niggaz Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the East nigga [Drayz] Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Crazy Drayz'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 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 felt lyrics you both 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 it spirit!! As I fa-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 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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