Das EFX Lyrics

Das EFX Lyrics

"Buck-Buck Lyrics"

Stay Gold Lyrics
Mondy we cry when leaves are fallin' tuesday a ray of hope is callin' wednesday we spend the night together thursday we try to love forever friday we're left -again- alone and the weekend's dressed in black and made of stone stay gold - when the world comes down on you stay gold - when you're lost in days of blue stay gold - when forever's lies come true - so stay gold - when you haven't got a clue stay gold of war

Skoob and Dray giving shoutouts*

Chorus:

Well give a buck-buck (here)
and a buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
*repeat x3*

Verse 1: Skoob

Ding! Back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah)
So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum
Now I'm stronger and I'm faster, thicker than your pasta
I got more styles than most MC's can master
I'm (what?) D-wilin, (what?) three stylin (what what??) regardless
Beatin me is like the Bills beatin Dallas
Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! I be the shit, it
and plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits
in my (beeper), cos we're throwin niggas in the (sleeper)
I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (Grim Reaper)
Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the everyday
It's better, we're sayin shit that other niggas never sa
Suspended Lyrics
when you lead me and fit around my tounge it's so easy, to forget that i'm lost spent all of my life waiting for answers to lift me, to numb me, to define it all sunshine, i'm beginning to like this cause all i want to be is the minute that you hold me in when you pretend that i'm all that you waited for time slips to nothing and i'm better than i've ever been i'm suspended with your breathing, filling up my lung
y (kid)
Cookin the flows (what?) to make your toes wanna tip (tip)
I used to be a wheel watcher til I got my whip (whip)
You see I walk with a (bop bop), I talk with the (slop slop)
Man, you like six bull balls in a slot (slot slot)
It's the abortion, son I'm launchin, quick to floor shit
Click-click now I'm on some Quick Draw McGraw shit
For shit, now Dice bring it back on the seal
Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)

Chrous:

So get the buck-buck (here)
and the buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
and a buck-buck (buck here)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here)
and a buck-buck (there there)
From the front to the (yeah rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
and a buck-buck (there
Living On A Thin Line Lyrics
All the stories have been told Of kings and days of old, But there's no England now. All the wars that were won and lost Somehow don't seem to matter very much anymore. All the lies we were told, All the lies of the people running round, They're castles have burned. Now I see change, But inside we're the same as we ever were. Living on a thin line, Tell me now, what are we supposed to do? Living on a thin l
here give em)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (From the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah)

Verse 2: Dray

Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis (penis)
You see I can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin Venus
Boy, I mean this, you've never seen this because you're corny (corny)
I'm sleepin on ya raps, I'm drinkin (yeah) nass because you're foamy
wit that weak shit, I freak shit like I'm suppose ta (yeah)
Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), I'm gonna roast ya
(yeah)
I do this, they be like "Who dis?" (who dis?), I break the answer (answer)
Krazy fuckin Drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)
So peep it (yeah) cos I'ma keep it straighter than an arrow
Niggas on my jive (why?) because I rock like a Camaro
Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow)
Some niggas wanna copy but they're soppy
Future King Lyrics
All seen before it goes on forever more This time your truth just offers nothing new Walking down the empty streets of never-ending tragedy Nothing here can touch my heart this loneliness tears me apart Beneath the dark deep ocean Prepare the gathering Pray for the saviour's coming A glorius Future King Buring in 1999 Drowing in 99 All felt before fake people come and go Get high headrush into this mental crushike Joe (yo) Joe (yo)
How I rip the shows on the mic (nightly)
Tell y'all niggas now there ain't a motherfucker like me!
(Ya hype be), I'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit (yeah)
Check shit, I be on some new improved (neck shit)
I flex shit, that's the way I flip it on a angle
You knows who I are, wear my star like the spangled
banner, bust the grammar but I bring forth my knockers
If it ain't hip-hop (aiyyo)
well then it gotta be some rockin (BOW! BOW! BOW!)
I'm risin in your ???? and corn flakes, you're gonna lose me (lose me)
And if ya didn't know, one more here (This is why my nigga choose me)

Chorus:

So give a buck-buck
and a buck-buck there
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)

With a buck-buck (here)
and a buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the air
*repeat to fade*