Das EFX Lyrics
Das EFX Lyrics
"Microphone Master Lyrics"
Water Lyrics
There's nothing more refreshing (that cool refreshing drink) Than a cool, crisp, clean glass of water On a warm summer's day (That cool refreshing drink) Try it with your friends New World Water make the tide rise high Come inland and make your house go "Bye" (My house!) Fools done upset the Old Man River Made him carry slave ships and fed him dead nigga Now his belly full
There's nothing more refreshing (that cool refreshing drink) Than a cool, crisp, clean glass of water On a warm summer's day (That cool refreshing drink) Try it with your friends New World Water make the tide rise high Come inland and make your house go "Bye" (My house!) Fools done upset the Old Man River Made him carry slave ships and fed him dead nigga Now his belly full
Verse 1: Dray
I iggity am what I am
I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me
I'm kickin rhymes and gettin mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz just blowin up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip (what?), you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin near it
So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin, foolin em when I'm speakin
Kids be
Worldwide Lyrics
Verse 1: Sen-Dog You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied Fool what? You ain't got nothin' to say I been backin' up east side LA,
heapin, they love the way that we be freakinVerse 1: Sen-Dog You better hope I'm chained up, shackled with a yard I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you like a tech Wreck fools when I disconnect, make you sweat Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my advance Catch a glance of the legendary brother who carries Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles varied Fool what? You ain't got nothin' to say I been backin' up east side LA,
My sewer style it cause disaster so when I ask
you better answer who's the microphone master
Hook (x4):
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Verse 2: Skoob
Well yo, here's the humdinger, I'm briggity bringin a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom
It's all about expanses, stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion
By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent
and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess
I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin
Debris Lyrics
(Ronnie Lane) I left you on the Debris At the Sunday morning market You were sorting through the odds and ends. You was looking for a bargain I heard your footsteps at the front door, And that old familiar love song, Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there At the top of the stairs. I went there and back Just to see how far it was And you, you tried to te
over(Ronnie Lane) I left you on the Debris At the Sunday morning market You were sorting through the odds and ends. You was looking for a bargain I heard your footsteps at the front door, And that old familiar love song, Cause you knew you'd find me waiting there At the top of the stairs. I went there and back Just to see how far it was And you, you tried to te
So the skunk and thai keep me high when I'm smokin
And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin me
the inspi-ration to riggity rock the nation
from white folk to Haitian, ???? Jamaican
Burn MC's like degrees of Mason because you're fakin
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super dooper rhyme maker
Hook (x4)
Verse 3: Skoob, Dray
I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats! I'm friggin to ride the fat, ooh shit!
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick
Thicker than your blunt cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
and I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
I
A View Of Burning Emptiness Lyrics
[INSTRUMENTAL]
run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo[INSTRUMENTAL]
I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes
Yo, well yo the shit sound clever, I'm clown for whatever like nuttin nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MC's, please! I never heard of some
We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson
But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya best ta come clean like J-Rule and *?Felix Sunder?*
I'm buggin like gristle, see I suggest you
dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
Believe I'm packin more rhymes up my sleeve
Hook to fade