Only a few... will understand
 and appreciate what's about to happen
 Das EFX  come in!!!

 Verse One: Das EFX

 [Drayz]
 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 fuckin P
 (Yo it's me the lyricist they fear in this as you can see)
 I be's the ultimate  drop the ultra shit  fuck the other shit
 Biggety buttah shit is how we comin kid we runnin shit
 Now who you fuckin with is Diggey Das EFX'n
 We flexin, cause kid we got this rhyme and took effect y'all

 [Books]
 Aiyyo I figgety flow I rocket blow a nigga 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
 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

 Verse Two: Das-EFX, KRS

 [Drayz]
 To corny niggaz 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 before a year and stopped recordin
 Now look we comin back and runnin shit like fuckin Michael Jordan
 Accordin, to my niggaz in the sewer
 Yo you a, corny nigga so we gots ta do ya

 [Books]
 This for my niggaz 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 drips ya with a blade from my logo
 So take your, style and Go-Go like D.C. niggaz
 Y'all know the haps we movin strapped on the East nigga

 [Drayz]
 Yo, yo, well miggedy mayday, mayday, it's Crazy 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

 [KRS]
 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 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 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 warning
 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 motherfuckin face
 Yo DJ Dice, tear down the place