Luyện nghe bài hát Blade

Only a few... understand
and appreciate what's about to
Das EFX in!!!

One: Das EFX

Well it's the super duper rhymer I'm about to set it
Niggaz forget it let it be or you'll regret it D
So it B... the D to the fuckin P
(Yo it's me the lyricist they in this as you can see)
I be's the ultimate drop the ultra shit the other shit
Biggety buttah shit is how we kid we runnin shit
Now who you with is Diggey Das EFX'n
We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect

Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket a nigga out the socket
Keep in mind to keep the dread, now like my pocket, watch it
It's the rhyme fiend about a second from the scene
The boogie banger twisted off the lime
Fuck a we, strictly fifty, the BDP and Hit Squad committee
King of my city, ask my Smitty, yo
Got to get the dough, got to blow the
Diggity Das KRS East coast on

Verse Das-EFX, KRS

To niggaz y'all get ate, my shit'll make you faint
So much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the fuckin
You think it ain't a year and stopped recordin
Now look we comin back and runnin shit like fuckin Jordan
Accordin, to my niggaz in the
Yo you a, corny so we gots ta do ya

This for my niggaz on the block, handlin like Kenny Anderson
I'm brandishin, stiggedy styles to MC's vanishing
Scattering, fuck it, styles don't be
My pattern's amazing son Blazing like a and
a no-no, got more Fame than Coco
I'm paid and still ya with a blade from my logo
So take your, style and Go-Go like D.C.
Y'all know the haps we movin on the East nigga

Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Crazy Drayz's
I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick like fuckin Pele
But a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses
For classes, yo KRS come get up in they

What... I say, follow me me
my syllable syllable lyrical criminal
MC threats are minimal to my phsyical they
and whittle away, with little and little to say
As they and paddle away, they say OK
But I chop that ass up
What's your handle I got mad MC heads a mantle
I got genuine MC sandals
I the mic up like a candle, watch it melt
Cause when I felt lyrics you both are for help
when you hear it, you bear it, you can't even wear it
You oughts to just it, go get it spirit!!
As I fa-la-la-la-la, I'm with that rara
Rockin mics when you was gaga to your momma
You wanted to battle KRS when you was young you told poppa
He slapped you in your head and UHH-UHH
But you didn't heed the
Now I'm in the place, now I'm your
Lookin at your crew but they all out
because they nothin but
KRS is like mace, in your motherfuckin
Yo DJ Dice, down the place!!