Represent the Real (feat. KRS-One) (Explicit) - Das EFX/KRS-One

Written by：Show Biz/Willie D Hines/Krs One/Andre G Weston

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

Niggaz best forget it let it be or you'll regret it d

So what it b the d to the f**king p

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

I be's the ultimate drop the ultra sh*t f**k the other sh*t

Biggety buttah sh*t is how we coming kid we running sh*t

Now who you f**king with is diggey das efx'n

We flexing cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect why'all

Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket blow a ni**a 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

F**k 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 niggaz why'all get ate my sh*t'll make you faint

So much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the f**king paint

You think it ain't before a year and stopped recording

Now look we coming back and running sh*t like f**king michael jordan

According to my niggaz in the sewer

Yo you a corny ni**a so we gots ta do ya

This for my niggaz on the block handling rock like Kenny Anderson

I'm brandishing stiggedy styles to keep mc's vanishing

Scattering f**k 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 niggaz

Why'all know the haps we moving strapped on the east ni**a

Yo yo well miggedy mayday mayday it's crazy drayz's payday

I riggedy wreck it everyday kick sh*t like f**king 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 phsyical 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 a** 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 felt lyrics you both are screaming 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 coming with that rara

Rocking 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 your face

Looking at your crew but they all broke out

Because they nothing but lace

Krs is like mace in your motherf**king face

Yo DJ dice tear down the place