Generation Efx lyrics

Artist  : Das Efx 
Song : Generation Efx



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[Featuring EPMD]
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)