The Real One-I.D.A

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