Generation Efx

Hardcore, (hardcore)
For the world
Yo, check it out

Intro/chorus:

Now all my hardcore niggas make noise (hooooo!!)
And all the honeys gettin money make noise (no doubt!!)
And if you're down with hip-hop make noise (make noise!!)
............and ya don't stop

Verse 1: books, dray

I be, boogity woogity brooklyn boy, the nigga that you could never be
Forget it kid, your style is limited like a cherokee
Kiggity calm and deadly, i play the low like r.kelly
Kiggity killer top up in this hip-hop game, it's the.....

Diggity das, we biggity back with the formula
So kid, i'm warnin ya, we're figgity fed and bout to corner y'all
Kiggity krazy drayzie, no doubt, i brought the poisons
It's me and my boys, son, we're biggity back to bring the noise

Chorus (x2)

Verse 2: dray, skoob

Yo, biggity back to rock your knot (no diggedy)
I do it til infinity (so make some noise if you're feelin me)
Hip-hop'll never stall or fall cos i'ma carry it (yeah, yo, yo)
And marry it and keep it (up on) *?slap and heavier?*

C'mon, higgity hey-high, fuck the ho
Buffalo soldier, i told ya, i be the
Jibbity jibber jabber, biggity bigger, badder
Quickity quick to crack the skulls of punk commercialised rappers
A tasket, a tisket, i riggity rip shit
Smoke the books in re-verse when i flips shit
So hip-hip, hooray, new style, niggity new day

A shiggity shooby dooby, yo piggity pass it to me
So i can wriggity rap, catch wreck and let it off
Get it off, biggity blow mad spots and set it off
Riggity represent the east, no peace, it's hard times
Hard crimes, that's why we get down wit hard rhymes

Chorus (x3)

Boogie banger, krayzie drayzie, word up
Yeah yeah, rock-rock on
Hit squad world supremacy, kid
Whattup? , rock-rock on....., yeah
Rock-rock on....., keep it live, du
Yo

Verse one: skoob

We on some wiggity-world renowned, comin back for the crown
Time to show these rappin cats how diggity-das get down
Still keepin real, smoke el's and still pack steel
Stiggity-still be on the streets of bk with cat skill
Oil rap spill, riggity-rhymin over tracks ill
I rock the benz, i rock the range, bliggity-black grill
Kid go pro, sellin ten and a half mil
It's the end of the world so mc's write ya will
Boogie bang throw fatigues on then strike to kill
Sewer rats underwater, formin, rap seals
Riggity-reppin on the regular, bliggity-black, i'm tellin ya
Emergency, call up p on the cellular
911, escape the hood on tour
So riggity-radio cats can take the tapes off pause
We're overseas on the bomb, chevrolet, yukon
Reunion (the hit squad, def squad), let's get it on

Chorus:

Das efx - riggity rock rock on rock on
Hit squad - riggity rock rock on rock on
P-boy - riggity rock rock on rock on
Jersey - riggity rock rock on rock on
Brooklyn - riggity rock rock on rock on
Uptown - riggity rock rock on rock on
Killer queens - riggity rock rock on rock on
Strong isle - riggity rock rock on rock on

Verse two: dray

Piggity-pockets tight, diggy-das on the website
Cops and 'stop' signs, niggas is red lights
Kiggity-can't get too deep cos the feds tapped the mic
Generation efx, ressurrect as jesus christ
Riggity-rippin it, for die-hard fans continuous
War with us, the whole industry on the injured list
Diggity-das efx, dray and skoob snap necks
We're liggity-livin, eatin off these here rap cheques
Fancy cars, women, epmd, p-a, richmond
In this rap game, giggity-get in where you fit in
Fit in where you get like mines, on your man's friend
Collect platinum like jordan collect championships
Biggity-bust a cannon, like punani keep the system slammin
Doin 90 in augusta-made lex landin
Shorty feelin this, to shiggity-shake that ass, get busy, girl
Das efx biggity-back off to disneyworld

Chorus

Pmd - riggity rock rock on rock on
Das efx - riggity rock rock on rock on
Shaolin - riggity rock rock on rock on
Shaolin - riggity rock rock on rock on
*shoutouts to end*

Intro:

One for the treble, two for the bass
P-m-d let's rock this place

[parrish "pmd" smith]
Return lies the power, try to push up and get devoured
To pushin power, black explorer with the eddie bauer
Xl, el reefer puffer sells
My name ring bells and my vocal tracks the third wails
Dwell, stale mad plus i make now
No details, first-class flight with the females
Epmd-dot-com, spread as e-mail
Stocks retail, push the quality s-t-l
You know the scoop now when i swoop down
Blast or shoot now, hit squad set the route down
From hot 9-7 to 1-0-6 daily mix
Parrish smith handlin biz like a clerk, kid

Break:

Das efx (are the best)
(rock the speaker) d-e-f-x

[drayz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I riggity-roll when i rock, rock when i roll
Like dmc it's the devastatin mic control
I never fold under pressure, time to get ill
Diggy das hold it down, kid, you know that we're real
I rolled up, strolled up, put my cigarette out
Peep shorty on my left tryin to figure me out
'how to get up in that ass?' what i'm thinkin about
In the biggity-black benz just diggin her out
B-boy style (what what??), you know we're all wild
Biggity-back from the sewer, check the profile
The doe-getter, the show-ripper, the flow-setter
My flow sicker, keep it drunk like some liquor

Break

[skoob]
Yo, yo, yo
Hit squad, usu-al suspects who bust necks
Love sex, wriggity-wreck these thugs and roughnecks
In these, dark streets (yo yo), my squad creep
Mob deep, discharge thee and leave him on the concrete
By the light i got chicks that sound alright
They buy me ice, porbably in the phone books of heidi fleiss
Abara-cadabara, turn skin to battlescars
In your face like [break] alomar
Nasty like caviar, glass mc's i shatter y'all
Lyrical sabotage, peace to aguilar
Roll l's for my thuns from the slums to the town
(brooklyn) where i'm from, got me numb to the world

Break

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

Chorus

Verse one:

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 fuck 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

Verse two: redman

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 fuck
Deliver the cold to the place that shiver the erictor
Fuck 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

Verse three:

Biggidy-bingo, bangle, bust how the slang go
Change up the angle, now who wanna 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
*fade out*

Kick ass nigga, come on
Yeah, yeah hit squad, firing squad
Nine eight shit

Chorus: das efx

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
Yo, its diggy das, m.o.p., and that nigga teflon
Lets get it on what what
Lets get it on yeah yeah

[drayz]
Another new year, i got my crew here, lets get it on
Miggity make money money! yo, son i got the bomb
See me swervan, through the urban
Black suburban, puffing urban
Wiggity wild and drinking bourbon

[lil fame]
See im learnin, while im earnin
Rapidly firin, like that shit that the ku klux be burnin
Who wanna get stuck up
Or get fucked the fuck up?
Blucka, blucka blowe!
Bitch nigga your lucks up

[teflon]
Yo, im about to pull the plug out
Thug out, but rub out
Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out
Shit i set it for real when i bug out
My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out

[billy danze]
Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out
We represent the ruffhouse
Keep one and a half, even while i'm banned
At the thug house (tha'ts right)
Now your facing a one of a kind dude
Undefined dude, top of the line dude

[skoob]
Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here
All my people up in here
Its rough in here
Bullets figgity flying every fucking where
Its un fucking faitiggity tear cats out the frame
Diggity das, billy danz, teflon, and lil fame

Chorus - 2x

[teflon]
Say hello to the bad guy
Hmmhm, excuse me as i
Grab my n-u-ts no need to ask why
We blow the spot up
Hit em with the uncut raw
Could be somewhat more
Advance with the product

[billy danze]
You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore
All the love for these thugs that im willing to die for
First family style! its deep
You catch us on these beats
But we should never be disconnected from these streets

[skoob]
See my higgity hard times
That bring forth these higgity hard rhymes
Hard crimes, leave em hospitalized with scar lines
Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, its turn to eat again
Motivated by cats who would never see the street again

[lil fame]
See him in the next life cause thats where were gon meet again
And if it goes down then, you gon bleed again
Any ground i roam i stand on it
Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it

[drayz]
Yeah, so lets expand on it ( what )
Put my mans on it ( what )
Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it ( what )
The higgity hit squad and firing squad
We billin ya, killin ya, figgity feelin ya til the next millennia

Chorus - 2x

Verse one: dray, skoob

Yo (yo), yo (yo), yo (yo)
Piggity-presto, who these cats on your stereo? (das efx)
My records spin round and round like a merry-go
Here we go, riggity-raw as i ever was
Diggy das blow the spot, sharp as ever, cuz
Same pro (what?), never rock with the same flow
My chain glow like lines up in the rainbow
Aiyo, boogie bang what the deal, son? (yo)
For real, son, break it down, how you feel, dun?

Yo, when my record company fail, i'm gonna need bail (why?)
Flippin on coats like latrell sprewell
My cat's gone broke off blowin weed sales
Can't see mine, dickhead, you're gonna need braille
Like females, cats is fake, i snap and break
Your biggity-back and neck and crack the safe
Snatch the cake, get in the truck, divi' it up
Not givin the one just give me ya cup
We're livin it up, my crew get buck in berry singers
Shows get wild like jerry springer, ice on all fingers
Frost bear, me and my girls fare
New york share politican, so

Hook:

So yo set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
(like that) i wanna break fool, cock me back, c'mon
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
Set it off, get it off, let it off
(like that) i wanna break fool, cock me back

Verse two: dray, skoob

Cos i'm too nice, rockin blue ice
Jet black ferrari runnin thru lights
My crew tight, riggity-roll with the ruggedness
Enough of this, yo it's time to put a thug in this
Look at this, straight gz, you can tell it's dope
In your face, kid, you don't need a telescope
Smellin smoke, break the mic, make sure it's broke
????, you can quote every word i wrote
My antidote, stiggity-straight from the subway
The thug way, miggity-monday to sunday

Lyrical dum-dums, watch the stray shots
Stay hot like them chicks from baywatch
Bk, to the uk, all the way to guatalupe
Das got chicks shakin their booty
Cats actin unrul-ey, who they?
Do they, should they, give a fuck, nah too late
Save em, ya gotcha els, roll em up, kid
Blaze em, roll a whole dime but save some
Throw your hands up, raise em, hip-hop nation
Nuff respects to my efx generation

Hook

Verse three: dray, skoob

Aiyo dun son, hit me, brought the whole gang wit me
Sixty, peace to low down shifty
Strictly, send the world in a frenzy
My mens be, laid up in the penzy
Correctly, when it's my turn to rhyme again
Devils stall, play the ball, went to heineken
Find a friend, hit her off with the fly talk
The sly talk, riggity-right off the sidewalk
My talk, slidin with the sickedness
You're lickin this like a lollipop, sick of this

Miggity-makin moves on a regular, wack mc's i'm testin ya
Smack you with a chair like a wrestler
Boogie bang, sewer rat buckwildin
Run the streets of brooklyn, properties on an island
A pen and a pad, you know my steez when i'm weeded
Bring rhymes together like cleavage
So love it or leave it, i got to eat, kid, plus got mouths to feed
Hip-hop crowds to please, bullshit trials to plea
Trees are blastin out my team, blast back
Matter fact, my game is tight and that's that

Hook (x1 1/2)

Intro/chorus:

Somebody told me that this rap shit was fun
You get to smoke weed and hold big guns
Stand on stage rockin your timbs wit your sons
That's bullshit, yo i'm out to get these funds

Verse one: 8-off aguilar

Yo, yo, somebody told me that threw a hotter joint dies
Could he see it? epmd, aguilar, recognise
Niggas was stuck on diggy before biggie and nas
Test guy reported in the source, even thought about "best buys"
My 12-bar count dracula wit lyrics spectacular
Sippin out of coke and he's drinkin *?terror dacquras?* and chrome
Backwards
Challenge any woman, balls nothing, rock the hardest
Racoons rap with your soloists if ??? ??? artist
Puttin it down on the day 9000, that's a cell with stories to tell
Off those cells we're livin well
In the '9-8-off, country club plink off
While you're way off, check all systems, it's time we take off

Chorus (x2)

Verse two: nocturnal

Guns with banana clips, two rolexes to master whips
A .45 under my armpit
Another one in the glove compartment
Money startin shit, brand new shoes on spank shit
Tek 9's, after parties with mad dimes
Bitches twist the vine, i'm high and the moon's mine
We're out to get mines, on a regular
On the south, probably took the dreaded predator's pirate treasure
In the crib i bought the leather, plus a movie screen
So my team can play sega plus *?the gods in vegas?*
An ounce of weed in every type of flavor
Bank accounts wit fat paper, a major player cos....

Chorus

Verse three: das efx

Higgity-hardcore, sewer rats keep it raw
Beach houses and more, puffin weed on seymour
Pliggity-plush carpets cover floors, on bus tours
Chrome .44's, diggity-diamonds on paws
All my slick cats above the laws, higgity-hide records in stores
Hit squad, second world tour
Kiggity-cameras compass on doors, signin autographs
After, ???? ????, where?, in corridors
Figgity-fuck walls, i'm buildin, splittin dutches spillin
Chillin until these pilgrims start ice grillin
Figgity-frontin hard like a villian, das efx'll make a killin
And grab the cheese up like sicilians cos......

Chorus (x2)

Outro: skoob

Got the funds
This rap shit was fun, kid
We hold big guns, diamond gyms and timbs and all that