Represent The Real歌词
歌手：Das EFX 专辑：Hold It Down
Represent The Real -Das EFX /KRS -One
Written by ：Show Biz /Willie D Hines /Krs One /Andre G Weston
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
Niggaz best forget it let it be or you'll regret it d
So what it b the d to the f**king 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**k the other sh*t
Biggety buttah sh*t is how we coming kid we running sh*t
Now who you f**king with is diggey das efx'n
We flexing cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect why'all
Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket blow a ni**a 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**k 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 niggaz why'all get ate my sh*t'll make you faint
So much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the f**king paint
You think it ain't before a year and stopped recording
Now look we coming back and running sh*t like f**king michael jordan
According to my niggaz in the sewer
Yo you a corny ni**a so we gots ta do ya
This for my niggaz on the block handling rock like Kenny Anderson
I'm brandishing stiggedy styles to keep mc's vanishing
Scattering f**k 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
Why'all know the haps we moving strapped on the east ni**a
Yo yo well miggedy mayday mayday it's crazy drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it everyday kick sh*t like f**king Pele
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 a**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 screaming 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 coming with that rara
Rocking 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
Looking at your crew but they all broke out
Because they nothing but lace
Krs is like mace in your motherf**king face
Yo DJ dice tear down the place
Written by ：Show Biz /Willie D Hines /Krs One /Andre G Weston
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
Niggaz best forget it let it be or you'll regret it d
So what it b the d to the f**king 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**k the other sh*t
Biggety buttah sh*t is how we coming kid we running sh*t
Now who you f**king with is diggey das efx'n
We flexing cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect why'all
Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket blow a ni**a 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**k 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 niggaz why'all get ate my sh*t'll make you faint
So much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the f**king paint
You think it ain't before a year and stopped recording
Now look we coming back and running sh*t like f**king michael jordan
According to my niggaz in the sewer
Yo you a corny ni**a so we gots ta do ya
This for my niggaz on the block handling rock like Kenny Anderson
I'm brandishing stiggedy styles to keep mc's vanishing
Scattering f**k 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
Why'all know the haps we moving strapped on the east ni**a
Yo yo well miggedy mayday mayday it's crazy drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it everyday kick sh*t like f**king Pele
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 a**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 screaming 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 coming with that rara
Rocking 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
Looking at your crew but they all broke out
Because they nothing but lace
Krs is like mace in your motherf**king face
Yo DJ dice tear down the place
