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KRS-ONE lyrics : "Represent The Real Hip Hop"

(feat. Das EFX)

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
^!$$%z best forget it let it be or you'll regret it D
So what it B... the D to the $#&@in P

(Yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see)
I be's the ultimate, drop the ultra %#@!, $#&@ the other %#@!
Biggety buttah %#@! is how we comin kid we runnin %#@!

Now who you $#&@in 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 ^!$$% 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
$#&@ 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 ^!$$%z y'all get ate, my %#@!'ll make you faint
So much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the $#&@in paint

You think it ain't before a year and stopped recordin
Now look we comin back and runnin %#@! like $#&@in Michael Jordan
Accordin, to my ^!$$%z in the sewer

Yo you a, corny ^!$$% so we gots ta do ya

[Books]

This for my ^!$$%z on the block, handlin rock like Kenny Anderson
I'm brandishin, stiggedy styles to keep MC's vanishing
Scattering, $#&@ 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. ^!$$%z
Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the East ^!$$%


[Drayz]
Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Crazy Drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick %#@! like $#&@in Pele

But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses
For classes, yo KRS come get up in they $$#es


[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 $$# 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 mother$#&@in face
Yo DJ Dice, tear down the place!!

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