Generation Efx - Das EFX, EPMD

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:

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

Eat tracks like Jeffrey Dahmer, 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:

Represent my, generation!

Here we go, all we wanna do is flow

All we know is get the dough

Verse:

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:

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!