Das EFX

Das EFX - Generation Efx lyrics

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Verse: [Das EFX]
 Biggidee back from vacation
 Here to rock the whole nation
 Diggie Das EPMD invation
 Down diffa don  down diffa do  wiggidee one two
 Til we do  wiggidee rock the Fubu
 The official  launch the missile
 Blow the whistle at the art official
 Miggidee mix sure to South Central
 Forget you  like amnesia  biggidee 'bove the reefa
 Cheap  but Das came to please ya
 Take the Bever, now we back son, tougher action
 Zoom Das, zoom Das, satisfaction
 Biggidee back pop popular, hip hoppin' 'em
 The Hit Squad, Def Squad still rockin' 'em
 Verse: [Parrish Smith (EPMD)]
 It's everytime we rock a bomb, we get ya mind open
 The mic's blazin', smokin', he was chokin'
 We don't remove walls, boom Docks, plus the sua
 We bring it to ya, we nightmare like Freddy Krueger
 So call me drama, trauma, slash comma, no one to bomba
 E-tracks like ???, from Def Jam
 The East West check my streetbreath, no weak steps
 Or rest with the ???, check my repetoir
 Mangin' on the resevoir, I'm eatin' caviar
 Ey yo I'm really try to do this far
 EPMD and Das Efx cold blazin' it, no face in it
 Got the whole world chasin' it, the scream show up
 Never rock you like my boa, the ill flow up
 Came back cause we knowed ya, another go round
 Grab the mic, put the flow down, you court mo'
 G minus 7, we 'bout to bring now
 Chorus: [Das EFX]
 Represent my, generation!
 Here we go, all we wanna do is flow
 All we know is get the dough
 (2x)
 Verse: [Das EFX]
 Diggidee yes yes yo, to the beat yo
 No matter what the game, before you walk you got to crawl
 Long term plannin', I make ya bounce like a Mars, line affects candy
 And let the music play like zany
 And feeds your eyes and what you never tought you see again
 Diggidee Das and nigga the EPMD again
 Ask the mildest skill, we built to puff trees and with ya now Hit
 Squad, Kansas
 The Diggidee suck D's, all my niggaz sqeeze, jiggaz get hot, we freeze
 Niggaz in the street keep figgaz, can't fuck with these niggaz
 Show stop us, we off the baileys and the ruckus
 Dread not a rasta, I'll be back Asta
 Verse: [Erick Sermon (EPMD/Def Squad)]
 What the deal is son, ain't this some shit?
 Caps frontin' for I even come out this bitch
 You forget who we are? Recognize, we spark the Benz
 Then split the game to the kids
 Now you wanna act like my crew, never happen
 I've payed the way for rappin', last era
 You can say what you want, I sit back and front
 The money, the jewels, the hoe, clothes, YOU KNOW
 Friends and fools can tell ya so about the lyrical, spiritual
 More it's the miracle, fly individual, EPMD and Das Efx might checkin'
 it
 Side checkin' it!
 Chorus (2x
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: EastWest Records America

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Generation EFX (1998)

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