PMD - Generation EFX lyrics

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 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: [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 n***a the EPMD again Ask the mildest sk** We built to puff trees and with ya now Hit Squad, Kansas The Diggidee s** D's All my n***as sqeeze, jiggaz get hot, we freeze n***as in the street keep figgaz, can't f** with these n***as 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 sh**? Caps frontin' for I even come out this b**h 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 j**els, the ho, 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 mic checkin' it Side checkin' it! Chorus (2x)