Represent The Real Hip Hop - KRS-One/Das EFX.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Hines, Parker, Weston
[00:01.29]Only a few... will understand
[00:04.74]And appreciate what's about to happen
[00:08.82]Das efx, come in!!!
[00:09.24]Verse one:das efx
[00:09.93][drayz]
[00:10.80]Well it's the super duper rhymer rhymer i'm about to set it
[00:14.04]Niggaz best forget it let it be or you'll regret it
[00:16.62]So what it b... the d to the nigga
[00:18.66](yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see)
[00:21.87]I be's the ultimate, drop the ultra mother****er, **** the other mother****e
[00:25.05]Biggety buttah mother****er is how we comin kid we runnin mother****er
[00:27.99]Now who you ****in with is diggey das efx'
[00:30.30]We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect y'all
[00:33.00][books]
[00:33.21]Aiyyo i figgety flow i rocket blow a nigga out the socke
[00:35.73]Keep in mind to keep the dread, now they like my pocket, watch it
[00:38.94]It's the rhyme fiend about a second from the crime scene
[00:41.43]The boogie banger twisted off the lime green
[00:43.77]Niggas a dime we, strictly fifty, the bdp and hit squad committe
[00:47.34]King of my city, ask my cousin smitty, yo
[00:49.71]Got to get the dough, got to blow the spot
[00:52.20]Diggity das krs east coast on lock
[00:53.28]Verse two: das-efx, krs
[01:05.67][drayz]
[01:05.85]To corny niggaz y'all get ate, my mother****er'll make you fain
[01:08.64]So much platinum on my walls that i can hardly see the ****ing paint
[01:12.00]You think it ain't before a year and stopped recordin
[01:14.37]Now look we comin back and runnin mother****ers like damn michael jorda
[01:17.43]Accordin, to my niggaz in the sewe
[01:19.59]Yo you a, corny mother****er so we gots ta do y
[01:21.96][books]
[01:22.14]This for my niggaz on the block, handlin rock like kenny anderso
[01:25.41]I'm brandin mother****in, stiggedy styles to keep mc's vanishi
[01:28.26]Scattering, mother**** it, styles don't be matteri
[01:30.84]My pattern's amazing son blazing like a saddle and
[01:33.69]Battling's a no-no, got more fame than coco
[01:36.42]I'm paid and still drips ya with a blade from my logo
[01:39.15]So take your, style and go-go like d.c. nigga
[01:41.97]Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the east nigga
[01:44.04][drayz]
[01:44.22]Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's crazy drayz's payday
[01:47.52]I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick mother**** it like pel
[01:50.25]But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses
[01:52.89]For classes, yo krs come get up in they asses
[01:55.41][krs]
[01:55.65]What... i say, follow me follow me
[01:56.52]With my syllable syllable lyrical criminal
[01:58.59]Mc threats are minimal to my phsyical they just
[02:00.69]Whittle and whittle away, with little and little to say
[02:02.94]As they piddle and paddle away, they say ok
[02:05.25]But i chop that ass up anyway
[02:07.11]What's your handle i got mad mc heads upon a mantle
[02:10.20]I got genuine mc skin sandals
[02:12.63]I light the mic up like a candle, watch it melt
[02:15.18]Cause when i felt lyrics you both are screamin for help
[02:17.55]When you hear it, you can't bear it, you can't even wear it
[02:20.40]You oughts to just cheer it, go get it spirit!!
[02:22.98]As i fa-la-la-la-la, i'm comin with that rara
[02:26.04]Rockin mics when you was googoo gaga to your momma
[02:29.04]You wanted to battle krs when you was young you told your poppa
[02:32.22]He slapped you in your head and said uhh-uhh
[02:34.95]But you didn't heed the warning
[02:36.96]Now i'm in the place, now i'm your face
[02:39.66]Lookin at your crew but they all broke out
[03:31.62]Because they nothin but lace
[03:45.12]Krs is like mace, in your mother****er fac
[04:23.04]Yo dj dice, tear down the place!!
文本歌词
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
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
So what it b... the d to the nigga
(yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see)
I be's the ultimate, drop the ultra mother****er, **** the other mother****e
Biggety buttah mother****er is how we comin kid we runnin mother****er
Now who you ****in with is diggey das efx'
We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect y'all
Aiyyo i figgety flow i rocket blow a nigga out the socke
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
Niggas a dime we, strictly fifty, the bdp and hit squad committe
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
To corny niggaz y'all get ate, my mother****er'll make you fain
So much platinum on my walls that i can hardly see the ****ing paint
You think it ain't before a year and stopped recordin
Now look we comin back and runnin mother****ers like damn michael jorda
Accordin, to my niggaz in the sewe
Yo you a, corny mother****er so we gots ta do y
This for my niggaz on the block, handlin rock like kenny anderso
I'm brandin mother****in, stiggedy styles to keep mc's vanishi
Scattering, mother**** it, styles don't be matteri
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. nigga
Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the east nigga
Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's crazy drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick mother**** it like pel
But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses
For classes, yo krs come get up in they asses
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 mother****er fac
Yo dj dice, tear down the place!!