Represent The Real Hip Hop Lyrics - Krs One

Only a few 

will understand 

and appreciate what's about to happen 

Das E.F.X., 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 D 

So what it B, the D to the fuckin' P 

(Yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see) 

I be's the ultimate, drop the ultra shit, fuck the other shit 

Biggety buttah shit is how we comin' kid we runnin' shit 

Now who you fuckin' with is Diggey Das E.F.X'n 

We flexin', cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect y'all 

Aye yo I figgety flow I rocket blow a nigga out the socket 

Keep in mind to keep the dread, now they 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 B.D.P. 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 K.R.S. 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 before a year and 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 niggaz on the block, handlin' rock like Kenny Anderson 

I'm brandishin', stiggedy styles to keep M.C'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 drips ya with a blade from my logo 

So take your, style and Go-Go like D.C. niggas 

Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the East nigga 

Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Crazy Drayz's payday 

I riggedy wreck it eryday, kick shit like fuckin' Pele 

But wait a, minute, cause we get in it for the masses 

For classes, yo K.R.S. 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 M.C. skin sandals 

I light the mic up like a candle, watch it melt 

Cause when I felt lyrics you both 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 it spirit! 

As I fa-la-la-la-la, I'm comin' with that rara 

Rockin' mics when you was goo goo gaga to your momma 

You wanted to battle K.R.S. 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 your face 

Lookin' at your crew but they all broke out 

because they nothin' but lace 

K.R.S. is like mace, in your motherfuckin' face 

Yo DJ Dice, tear down the place!