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Lyrics for Represent the Real Hip Hop by KRS One:
| | | Artist: | KRS One |
| | Album: | KRS One | | Track: | Represent the Real Hip Hop | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 88 | | | | Lyrics: | featuring 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
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 | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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