Luyện nghe bài hát Blade

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

Verse Das EFX

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

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

Verse Das-EFX, KRS

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

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

Yo, yo, miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Crazy Drayz's payday
I wreck it eryday, kick shit like fuckin Pele
But wait a, minute, we get in it for the masses
For classes, yo KRS come get up in asses

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