Krs-one - Represent The Real Hip Hop Lyrics
Only a few... will understandAnd appreciate whats about to happenDas efx, come in!!!Verse one: das efx[drayz]Well its the super duper rhymer rhymer Im about to set itNiggaz best forget it let it be or youll regret it dSo what it b... the d to the *****in p(yo its me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see)I bes the ultimate, drop the ultra shit, ***** the other shitBiggety buttah shit is how we comin kid we runnin shitNow who you *****in with is diggey das efxnWe flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect yall[books]Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket blow a nigga out the socketKeep in mind to keep the dread, now they like my pocket, watch itIts the rhyme fiend about a second from the crime sceneThe boogie banger twisted off the lime green***** a dime we, strictly fifty, the bdp and hit squad committeeKing of my city, ask my cousin smitty, yoGot to get the dough, got to blow the spotDiggity das krs east coast on lockVerse two: das-efx, krs[drayz]To corny niggaz yall get ate, my shitll make you faintSo much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the *****in paintYou think it aint before a year and stopped recordinNow look we comin back and runnin shit like *****in michael jordanAccordin, to my niggaz in the sewerYo you a, corny nigga so we gots ta do ya[books]This for my niggaz on the block, handlin rock like kenny andersonIm brandishin, stiggedy styles to keep mcs vanishingScattering, ***** it, styles dont be matteringMy patterns amazing son blazing like a saddle andBattlings a no-no, got more fame than cocoIm paid and still drips ya with a blade from my logoSo take your, style and go-go like d.c. niggazYall know the haps we movin strapped on the east nigga[drayz]Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, its crazy drayzs paydayI riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like *****in peleBut wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the massesFor classes, yo krs come get up in they asses[krs]What... I say, follow me follow meWith my syllable syllable lyrical criminalMc threats are minimal to my phsyical they justWhittle and whittle away, with little and little to sayAs they piddle and paddle away, they say okBut I chop that ass up anywayWhats your handle I got mad mc heads upon a mantleI got genuine mc skin sandalsI light the mic up like a candle, watch it meltCause when I felt lyrics you both are screamin for helpWhen you hear it, you cant bear it, you cant even wear itYou oughts to just cheer it, go get it spirit!!As I fa-la-la-la-la, Im comin with that raraRockin mics when you was googoo gaga to your mommaYou wanted to battle krs when you was young you told your poppaHe slapped you in your head and said uhh-uhhBut you didnt heed the warningNow Im in the place, now Im your faceLookin at your crew but they all broke outBecause they nothin but laceKrs is like mace, in your mother*****in faceYo dj dice, tear down the place!!
