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Das EFX

Das EFX is an American hip hop duo. It consists of emcees Skoob (also known as Books, born William "Willie" Hines, November 27, 1970) and Dray (also known as Krazy Drayzy, born Andre Weston, September 9, 1970). They rose to popularity in the early 1990s due to their affiliation with EPMD's Hit Squad and the duo's stream of consciousness lyrical delivery, which became one of the most influential lyrical styles in hip hop music during the early 1990s. Their style combined nonsensical lines with a fast-paced flow (that included words that end with "-iggedy") and numerous pop culture references. more »

Year:

2001

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Yeah yeah 
Who it is Son? 

[Chorus]
It's the rap scholar  here to make a dollar 
Try an' follow  guaranteed to make ya holler 
Check it out, everybody  everybody 

Aiyyo my dogs hold heat  control the whole street 
And when it's time to bust  they don't get cold feet 
You know it's me  cause some say the boat rocker 
Big Mac not the Whopper  peace to Big Poppa 
The Showstopper, like Salt-N-Pepa, rhyme wrecka 
Friggidy-front on this, I won't letcha 
I better catch ya, stiggidy-straight out the blue 
Diggidy Das EFX, Redman, comin through 
We biggidy bubblin, like some bubb-ly, love-ly 
But what, trouble be, findin me, kid he cover me 
I, represent my ground, so yo what up now? 
Non-believers hatin what the f*ck now? 
Bucktown kid, you can get struck down for that shit 
The mack spit, accurate, make your back split 
Sewer rats get a lotta, cheese like Ricotta 
The three man team, the rap scholars 
New York, everybody; Cali, everybody, c'mon 

[Chorus] 

D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c'mon 

[Chorus] 

Aiyyo, it's the rap scholar, hot around the collar 
Pack a blaka-blaka, since I was a toddler 
Drama, the nine-seven nigga Madonna 
Reptile texture be the blood of an iguana 
Sick, dick about nine inch thick 
I make a fo'-twenty Benz-o look like a six 
First of the month I got the bundles for the wick 
My hands big as a catcher's mitt when I brick 
Sucker MC's who did not learn 
If you don't this time, from coast to coast I'm 
The Dark Ranger, call me Don Punanna 
So hot, my chewing gum flavor's enchiladas 
You can tell, I don't give a f*ck 
Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the erictor 
F*ck you and the ship you came on 
While you sit around bitchin I get my bangs on 
East coast, everybody; West coast, everybody, c'mon 

[Chorus] 

Up North, everybody; down South, everybody, c'mon 

[Chorus] 

Biggidy-Bingo, bangle, bust how the slang go 
Change up the angle, now who want to tangle? 
Click-clack, get back, Dunn let me rip that 
Spit that, flip that, shit to push your wig back 
You showboatin, get your whole frame broken 
Found floatin, somewhere in Hoboken 
No jokin, jump out the Benz bubble 
Pull out the pound and bust a round in your huddle 
Spent a lot of ghetto days learnin ghetto ways; learn the ins 
And outs of ghetto trades still searchin for a better way 
Niggidy-never stress it though, keep it come and go 
Trust me if it's runnin low, my mic still the gunner yo 
Facin towards what's mine, so throw your hands in the air 
Cause of the rhyme, auto-nine, up against your spine 
Blow your spot up, cause yo I gotta, get this Ricotta 
The three man team, the rap scholars 
New York, everybody; Cali, everybody, c'mon 

[Chorus] 

D.C., everybody; overseas, everybody, c'mon 

[Chorus]

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