Represent the Real (feat. KRS-One)

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

**** best forget it, let it be, or you'll regret it, G

So what it be? The D to the fuckin' P?

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

I be 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

We flexin', 'cause, kid, we got this rhymin' to perfection

Ayo, I figgety flow, I rocket blow a **** out the socket

Gettin' high 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 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 ****, y'all get ate, my shit'll make you faint

So much platinum on my walls, 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 fucking Michael Jordan

According to my **** in the sewer

Yo, you a corny ****, so we gots to do you

This is for my **** on the block handlin' rock like Kenny Anderson

I'm brandishin' stiggedy styles to keep MCs vanishin'

Scatterin', fuck it, styles don't be matterin'

My pattern's amazing, son, blazin' 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 D.C. ****

Y'all know the haps, we movin' strapped from the East, ****

Yo, yo, well, miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Krazy Drayz's paydahy

I riggedy wreck it e'ryday, kick shit like fucking Pele

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

For classes, yo, KRS, come get up in their asses

Shit, 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, "Okay," but I chop that ass up anyway

What's your handle, I got mad MC heads upon a mantle

I got genuine MC skin sandles

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 ra-ra

Rockin' mics when you was googoo-gaga to your mama

You wanted to battle KRS when you was young, you told your papa

He slapped you in your head and said, "Ah, ah"

But you didn't need the warning

Now I'm in the place, now In' in your face

Lookin' at your crew, but they all broke out

Because they're nothing but lace

KRS is like mace in your muthafucking face

Yo, DJ Dice, tear down the place

I represent the real hip hop

I represent the real hip hop

I represent the real hip hop

I represent the real hip hop

I represent the real hip hop

I represent the real hip hop

I represent the real hip hop

I represent the real hip hop

I represent the real hip hop