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letra de represent the real hip hop - with das efx - krs-one

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only a few will understand
and appreciate what’s about to happen
das efx, come in

well it’s the super duper rhymer, rhymer i’m about to set it
n-gg-z best forget it, let it be or you’ll regret it d
so what it b the d to the f-ckin’ p
(yo it’s me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see)

i be’s the ultimate, drop the ultra sh-t, f-ck the other sh-t
biggety b-ttah sh-t is how we comin’ kid we runnin’ sh-t
now who you f-ckin’ with is diggey das efx’n
we flexin’, ’cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect y’all

aiyyo i figgety flow i rocket blow a n-gg- 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

f-ck 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

to corny n-gg-z y’all get ate, my sh-t’ll make you faint
so much platinum on my walls that i can hardly see the f-ckin’ paint
you think it ain’t before a year and stopped recordin’

now look we comin’ back and runnin’ sh-t like f-ckin’ michael jordan
accordin’ to my n-gg-z in the sewer
yo you a corny n-gg- so we gots ta do ya

this for my n-gg-z on the block, handlin’ rock like kenny anderson
i’m brandishin’, stiggedy styles to keep mc’s vanishing
scattering, f-ck 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. n-gg-z
y’all know the haps we movin’ strapped on the east n-gg-

yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it’s crazy drayz’s payday
i riggedy wreck it eryday, kick sh-t like f-ckin’ pele
but wait a, minute, ’cause we get in it for the m-sses
for cl-sses, yo krs come get up in they -sses

what i say, follow me follow me
with my syllable syllable lyrical criminal
mc threats are minimal to my physical they just
whittle and whittle away, with little and little to say

as they piddle and paddle away, they say okay
but i chop that -ss 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 motherf-ckin’ face
yo dj dice, tear down the place

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