Luyện nghe bài hát Blade

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

One: Das EFX

Well it's the super 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 ultra fuck the other shit
Biggety buttah shit is how we kid we runnin shit
Now who you fuckin with is Diggey Das
We flexin, cause kid we got rhyme and took 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 about a second from the crime scene
The boogie twisted off the lime green
Fuck a dime we, strictly fifty, the BDP and Hit Squad
of my city, ask my cousin Smitty, yo
Got to get the dough, got to blow the
Das KRS East coast on lock

Verse Das-EFX, KRS

To corny niggaz y'all get ate, my shit'll make you
So platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the fuckin paint
You think it before a year and stopped recordin
Now look we comin back and runnin shit fuckin Michael 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 rock like Anderson
I'm brandishin, styles to keep MC's vanishing
Scattering, it, styles don't be mattering
My amazing son Blazing like a Saddle and
Battling's a no-no, got more Fame than
I'm paid and still drips ya with a blade my logo
So take your, style and Go-Go D.C. niggaz
Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the East

Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, Crazy Drayz's payday
I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like fuckin
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 syllable criminal
MC threats are minimal to my phsyical they
and whittle away, with little and little to say
As they piddle and away, they say OK
But I that ass up anyway
What's your handle I got mad MC upon a mantle
I got genuine MC sandals
I light the mic up like a candle, it melt
Cause I felt lyrics you both are screamin for help
you hear it, you can't bear it, you can't even wear it
You to just cheer it, go get it spirit!!
As I fa-la-la-la-la, I'm comin with rara
Rockin mics when you was gaga to your momma
You wanted to battle KRS when you was young you told your
He you in your head and said UHH-UHH
But you didn't heed the
Now I'm in the place, now I'm your
at your crew but they all broke out
because nothin but lace
KRS is like mace, in motherfuckin face
Yo DJ Dice, down the place!!