Testo Real Hip-Hop - Das EFX
Testo della canzone Real Hip-Hop (Das EFX), tratta dall'album They Want EFX
To the hiddip the hop ya don't stop (uh, yeah, yeah) (don't stop)
Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip-hop) (no doubt)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't quit (don't quit) (bring it on)
Das EFX and we came to rip shit (rip shit)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't stop (don't stop)
Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip-hop)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't quit (don't quit)
Das EFX and we came to rip shit (rip shit) (uh, yo)
Well, on your mark and get set, can't forget to go
In case you didn't know, the flow is Fat like Joe (like Joe, uh)
Yo, you niggedy-know that I'm back, man
You're wack man, I eat a rapper like I'm Pac-Man (uh)
I briggedy-bring it (yeah), straight from the cellar
Fo' realla (uh), packin' more hits than Lou Piniella
I swell a nigga in his eye if he test me
You don't impress me, ayo, Books kick the rest, G
Uh, one time for your mind
Ayo, what up? It's the crew bringing the ruckus, no doubt
We's the roughest dream team, Reign Supreme like a Cutlass
Getting ducats, the dough, you can't touch the flow (no)
It's me, the nigga wit' G, the B double O-K-S
So say yes and bust your caliber
When I pop shit and rock shit like Metallica (yeah, yeah)
Stakes through the hearts of them snake fake niggas
Them all up in my face, jealous of my tape niggas (what?)
So honey shake your figures (yeah) and show me whatcha got (blow the spot)
Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip-hop)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't stop (don't stop)
Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip-hop) (yeah, yeah, yeah)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't quit (don't quit) (yeah, uh, yeah, c'mon)
Das EFX and we came to rip shit (rip shit) (yeah, bring it on)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't stop (you know the deal) (don't stop)
Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip-hop)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't quit (don't quit) (yeah, yeah, c'mon)
Das EFX and we came to rip shit (rip shit)
Iggedy-okie-dokie (uh), next nigga to quote me (what?)
I hope he got more Miracles than Smokey (yeah)
Won't be no discussion (nah), strictly head crushing (bow)
Lead rushin' through your body (bow, uh)
You're in my Dangerfield like Rodney
Howdy, I'll back up in that ass, G, kaplowie
And now we got the game to a Tee like Howie
Allow me to introduce myself and my peeps (yeah)
Straight from the sewer, stayin' true to the streets
Well, it's me, Krazy Drayz (uh), bringin' up the rear (uh)
I swear (swear), we got to hold it down e'ry year
So there (what?) Let me crack a beer and kick my feet up
Turn the heat up and smiggedy-smoke all the weed up
Kids I eat up, wit' a style that's the newest
My crew is getting more run than Carl Lewis (than Carl Lewis)
It's from the sewers now ya see me on the top (uh)
So stop (uh) and recognize the niggas on ya block (on ya block)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't stop (don't stop) (ah, yeah)
Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip-hop) (no doubt)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't quit (don't quit) (c'mon, c'mon)
Das EFX and we came to rip shit (rip shit) (East coast, yeah)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't stop (don't stop)
Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip-hop)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't quit (yeah, yeah, c'mon) (don't quit)
Das EFX and we came to rip shit (rip shit)
Ayo, MC's is irrelevant (yeah), and delicate to the texture
But this style of mine is well-defined, like Webster (word)
Ain't a badder nigga raw from the jaw than the Jabber-Jibber (ah-ah)
When I get Stone like Sharon from Sliver (ah-ah, yeah, yeah)
Equipped to riggedy-rip the microphone to shreds
Dread, yo, come and hit these niggas in the head
Well, I connect my rhymes like Lego, so l'eggo my Eggo
I burn ya like Waco, you need more than Maaco
I take it to ya crew and keep 'em moving like I'm U-Haul
I'm here to school y'all figgedy-faggots like RuPaul
I throw a screwball and strike out the MC (c'mon)
And if he temps me, I knock 'em out like Jack Dempsey (what?)
I burn some sensi and chase it wit' a Guinness (uh)
The illest (illest), now hit me with the hook because I'm finished (because I'm finished)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't stop (don't stop) (ah, yeah)
Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip-hop) (word up, word up)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't quit (don't quit) (word up)
Das EFX and we came to rip shit (rip shit)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't stop (don't stop) (word up)
Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip-hop) (yeah, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't quit (don't quit)
Das EFX and we came to rip shit (rip shit) (now work it out)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't stop (don't stop) (to the work, to the work)
Das EFX with the real hip-hop (hip-hop)
To the hiddip the hop ya don't quit (don't quit) (to the work, to the work, uh)
Das EFX and we came to rip shit (rip shit) (and came to work)
One time for your mind (no doubt)
Represent
E'ry day wit' the rhyme (word up)
Credits
Writer(s): Chris E. Martin, Andre G. Weston, Willie D. Hines
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