[Intro: KRS-One]
Only a few will understand
And appreciate what's about to happen
Das EFX, come in
[Verse 1: Drayz, Skoob, KRS-One]
Well it's the super duper rhymer rhymer I'm about to set it
Niggas best forget it let it be or you'll regret it G
So what it B?! The D to the fuckin P!
Yo it's me, The Lyricist! They fearin' this as you can see
I be's the ultimate, drop the ultra shit, fuck the other shit
Biggety butter shit is how we comin kid we runnin shit
Now who you fuckin with is Diggey Das EFX
And we flexin, cause kid we got this rhyming to perfection
Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket blow a nigga out the socket
Getting product, keeping dread knotted 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 2: Drayz, Skoob]
To corny niggas 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 but for a year I stopped recordin
Now look we comin' back and runnin' shit like fuckin Michael Jordan
Accordin, to my niggas in the sewer
Yo you a, corny nigga so we gots ta do ya
This for my niggas 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 jux you with a blade from my logo
So take your, style and Go-Go like D.C. niggas
Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the East nigga
Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Krazy Drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like fuckin Pelé
But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses
For classes, yo KRS come get up in they asses
Only a few will understand
And appreciate what's about to happen
Das EFX, come in
[Verse 1: Drayz, Skoob, KRS-One]
Well it's the super duper rhymer rhymer I'm about to set it
Niggas best forget it let it be or you'll regret it G
So what it B?! The D to the fuckin P!
Yo it's me, The Lyricist! They fearin' this as you can see
I be's the ultimate, drop the ultra shit, fuck the other shit
Biggety butter shit is how we comin kid we runnin shit
Now who you fuckin with is Diggey Das EFX
And we flexin, cause kid we got this rhyming to perfection
Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket blow a nigga out the socket
Getting product, keeping dread knotted 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 2: Drayz, Skoob]
To corny niggas 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 but for a year I stopped recordin
Now look we comin' back and runnin' shit like fuckin Michael Jordan
Accordin, to my niggas in the sewer
Yo you a, corny nigga so we gots ta do ya
This for my niggas 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 jux you with a blade from my logo
So take your, style and Go-Go like D.C. niggas
Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the East nigga
Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Krazy Drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like fuckin Pelé
But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses
For classes, yo KRS come get up in they asses
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