| 作词 : Hines, Parker, Weston | |
| 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!! |
| zuo ci : Hines, Parker, Weston | |
| 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: dasefx, 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 nono, got more fame than coco | |
| I' m paid and still drips ya with a blade from my logo | |
| So take your, style and gogo 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 falalalala, 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 uhhuhh | |
| 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!! |
| zuò cí : Hines, Parker, Weston | |
| 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: dasefx, 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 nono, got more fame than coco | |
| I' m paid and still drips ya with a blade from my logo | |
| So take your, style and gogo 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 falalalala, 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 uhhuhh | |
| 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!! |
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