Luyện nghe bài hát Blade

Only a few... will
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 what it B... the D to the P
(Yo it's me the lyricist fear in this as you can see)
I be's the drop the ultra shit fuck the other shit
Biggety buttah shit is how we comin kid we runnin
Now who you fuckin with is Das EFX'n
We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and effect y'all

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

Verse Das-EFX, KRS

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

This for my on the block, handlin rock like Kenny Anderson
I'm brandishin, stiggedy styles to keep MC's
Scattering, fuck it, styles be mattering
My pattern's amazing son Blazing a Saddle and
Battling's a no-no, got more Fame Coco
I'm paid and still ya with a blade from my logo
So your, style and Go-Go like D.C. niggaz
Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the nigga

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

What... I say, me follow me
with my syllable lyrical criminal
MC threats are minimal to my phsyical they
whittle and whittle away, 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 upon a
I got genuine MC skin
I light the mic up like a candle, it melt
Cause when I felt lyrics you are screamin for help
you hear 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 with that rara
mics when you was googoo gaga to your momma
You wanted to battle KRS when you was you told your poppa
He slapped you in your head and UHH-UHH
But you didn't the warning
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 your motherfuckin
Yo DJ Dice, tear the place!!