Das Efx - Hardcore Rap Act Lyrics
Intro/hook (x2)(*the hardcore rap act is back!*)(*ha ha, ha ha, now whos rhymin? *) hardcore!!!(*the hardcore rap act is back!*)(*no i, no I aint smilin*)Verse 1: drayYo, yoI said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act upSmackin up the wack and solid scheme they hook the track upSo back up or swing or youll get stung by my stingerHeard that I was rich and now your ***** is on my dingerThen I swing the jungle shit so ***** the humble shitKid I crumble shit, mother*****ers know I never fumble shitSo bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-inCos in a second ima pull a *****in tek-inStart rejectin em, affect em when I kickYall niggas think youre slick but yall can suck my *****in dickYall see me gettin busy wit my man and my djStrictly kickin facts and then we max like tjCos we play for keeps, my peeps they dont be flakinAnd if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakinOr broken, no jokin, I shoot them *? in them rise? ******in with das you wind up in hos--pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal itIf niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel itCos yo...Hook (x2)Verse 2: skoob, drayNow to my style there is no equal, boy Im lethal like some tumoursMy crew be strokin *****es like I used to stroke my pumasWit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wannaI got that from my pops and from some niggas on the cornerSo you never catch me rappin about no shit like the governmentBut I be snappin on mcs like your ***** snap on double mega of a shottyAnd a burner and I keeps the 2 readyTo hit you in your chest like steve young do jerryRice, be nice and stock slice by umbilicalKnew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllablesAnd son is rugged, youre gonna love it in an instantSee I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes winstonsWell its the d-a-s, I cant forget the e-aF-a to the x so when I flex yknow I beinA fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategyKids is mad at me cos they aint as ***** as bad as meI takes the best of them so ***** the rest of themI couldnt care less for them, Im too fresh for themI just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check itNever actin broke cos yo I sold a *****in recordIm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for thatDont try to trap my rap cos yo Im too quick for thatI got the recipe and yes its me with my crewinSo if you didnt know, well nigga this is how we do itUhhHook (x2)Verse 3: skoobAbara-cadabara, return of the punk mc battererIm mad at the system like them niggas up in atticaFrom more ways and your ways I rip shit like datCos theres more ways son, you wanna skin a *****in catYo its the rootin-tootin-nig-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdestFlow, son youll get no wins cos I beenLurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark styleEver since the days of the clarks and the argylesQuick I rip shit to bits like piranhaWhen I blow up the spot wit more watts than rolandaAnd when I come thru Im hittin you up with the 1-2Teks, flex raps like bruce lee flex the kung-fuLook at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-likeThat fat nigga my game is all-skirt tightUse to ***** with shortys wit the jelly playin cellyNow my name is on your flyers and my tyres aint pirrelliWit the chrome dip, so dont flip cos shits gon get heated upIm weeded up, yo dice I need a cutBring it!Hook (x2)Hardcore!!!*repeat*
