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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!