represent the real

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!

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 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 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 d.c. 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 pele

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 uhh-uhh

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!