Hardcore Rap Act Lyrics - Das Efx

The hardcore rap act is back 

Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore 

The hardcore rap act is back 

No I, no I ain't smilin 

The hardcore rap act is back 

Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore 

The hardcore rap act is back 

No I, no I ain't smilin 

Yo, yo 

I said it first with the verse to make these niggas wanna act up 

Smackin up the wack and Solid Scheme they hook the track up 

So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger 

Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger 

Then I swing the jungle shit so fuck the humble shit 

Kid I crumble shit, motherfuckers know I never fumble shit 

So bring your weapon or keep it steppin or hit the deck-in 

Cos in a second I'm a pull a fuckin Tek-in 

Start rejectin em, affect em when I kick 

Y'all niggas think you're slick but y'all can suck my fuckin dick 

Y'all see me gettin busy wit my man and my DJ 

Strictly kickin facts and then we max like TJ 

Cos we play for keeps, my peeps they don't be flakin 

And if you wanna test well yes your bones is gettin breakin 

Or broken, no jokin, I shoot them? in them rise? 

Fuckin with Das you wind up in hos 

Pital, so bust my riddle when I reveal it 

If niggas wanna play around then stay around and feel it 

Cos yo 

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The hardcore rap act is back 

Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore 

The hardcore rap act is back 

No I, no I ain't smilin 

The hardcore rap act is back 

Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore 

The hardcore rap act is back 

No I, no I ain't smilin 

Now to my style there is no equal, boy I'm lethal like some tumors 

My crew be strokin bitches like I used to stroke my pumas 

Wit my toothbrush, see I do just what I wanna 

I got that from my pops and from some niggas on the corner 

So you never catch me rappin about no shit like the Government 

But I be snappin on MC's like your bitch snap on double mega of a shotty 

And a burner and I keeps the 2 ready 

To hit you in your chest like Steve Young do Jerry 

Rice, be nice and stock slice by umbilical 

Knew that I would be the ill-form freaker of the syllables 

And son is rugged, you're gonna love it in an instant 

See I smoke blunts but yo my pops smokes Winston's 

Well it's the D-A-S, I can't forget the E-a 

F-a to the X so when I flex y'know I bein 

A fatter wrecker nigga on the mic with my strategy 

Kids is mad at me cos they ain't as fuck as bad as me 

I takes the best of them so fuck the rest of them 

I couldn't care less for them, I'm too fresh for them 

I just be wreckin shop and gettin busy, nigga check it 

Never actin broke cos yo I sold a fuckin record 

I'm too slick for dat, suck my big dick for that 

Don't try to trap my rap cos yo I'm too quick for that 

I got the recipe and yes it's me with my crewin 

So if you didn't know, well nigga this is how we do it 

Uhh 

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The hardcore rap act is back 

Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore 

The hardcore rap act is back 

No I, no I ain't smilin 

The hardcore rap act is back 

Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore 

The hardcore rap act is back 

No I, no I ain't smilin 

Abracadabra, return of the punk MC batterer 

I'm mad at the system like them niggas up in Attica 

From more ways and your ways I rip shit like dat 

Cos there's more ways son, you wanna skin a fuckin cat 

Yo it's the rootin-tootin-nig'-shoot-to-give nigga with the superdest 

Flow, son you'll get no wins cos I been 

Lurkin in the murky waters of my starvin shark style 

Ever since the days of the Clarks and the Argyles 

Quick I rip shit to bits like piranha 

When I blow up the spot wit more watts than Rolanda 

And when I come thru I'm hittin you up with the 1-2 

Teks, flex raps like Bruce Lee flex the kung-fu 

Look at my tongue, do it what it feel like, get ill-like 

That fat nigga my game is all-skirt tight 

Use to fuck with shorty's wit the jelly playin celly 

Now my name is on your flyers and my tyres ain't Pirrelli 

Wit the chrome dip, so don't flip cos shit's gon' get heated up 

I'm weeded up, yo Dice I need a cut 

Bring it 

The hardcore rap act is back 

Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore 

The hardcore rap act is back 

No I, no I ain't smilin 

The hardcore rap act is back 

Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore 

The hardcore rap act is back 

No I, no I ain't smilin 

HARDCORE 

HARDCORE 

HARDCORE 

HARDCORE