The Real 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

Ni***z best forget it let it be or you'll regret it D

So what it B, the D to the fu***n' P

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

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

Biggety buttah s**t is how we comin', kid we runnin' s**t

Now who you fu***n' with is Diggey Das efx'n

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

Aiyyo, I figgety flow I rocket blow a n***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

I represent the real hip-hop

I represent the real hip-hop

I represent the real hip-hop

I represent the real hip-hop

To corny ni***z, y'all, get ate, my shit'll make you faint

So much platinum on my walls that I can hardly see the fu***n' paint

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

Now look we comin' back and runnin' s**t like fu***n' Michael Jordan

Accordin', to my ni***z in the sewer

Yo, you a corny n***a so we gots ta do ya

This for my ni***z on the block, handlin' rock like Kenny Anderson

I'm brandishin', stiggedy styles to keep mc's vanishin'

Scatterin', f**k it, styles don't be matterin'

My pattern's amazin', 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., ni***z

Y'all know the haps we movin' strapped on the East n***a

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

I riggedy wreck it everyday, kick s**t like fu***n' Pele

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

For classes, yo krs come get up in they asses

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 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 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 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 warnin'

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

Krs is like mace, in your mot*****in' 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