Das EFX, KRS-One - Represent the Real lyrics

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
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

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 DC 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

What i say, follow me follow me
With my syllable syllable lyrical criminal
MC threats are minimal to
My physical 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 ass 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 belt lyrics females
Are screamin' 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 in the spirit of the la la la la la
I'm comin with that rara
Rockin' 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 uh uh
But you didn't heed the warning
Now I'm in the place, now I'm in your face
Lookin at your crew but they all broke out
Because they nothin' but lace
KRS is like mace, in your motherfuckin' face
Yo DJ Dice, tear down the place