Krs-one - H. I. P. H. O. P Lyrics
[krs] yeah thats the one -- yo thor-el just just check your micVerse one: thor-elSo you wanna be the million dollar man, kid whats your planMake a deal with the devil settle for a hundred grandNot enough I call your bluff, hit you with the stuffDeal with this and think youre tough, gimme a call when things get roughYou get no vette and, if I could stay leadedIm leavin rappers one-legged from fakin like the prostheticYoure artificial by cripple, rap is like your pistolGrim reaper, I got the whistle, death I pull no tissueHit you, like the mac-11, mcs subtract by sevenCallin callin for the reverand, lookin at hell like heavenIm on the map, makin it like the crazy on the trackOh what the hell I get my mail while I raid you til it crackChorus: krs and thor-elH, i, p, h, o, p, we areH, i, p, h, o, p, we areVerse two: krs-oneCmon, uhhDead two in the head before some a&r tell meI must give up the streets you lift the company can sell meWhats the sense in being large if you cant take a risk?Thinkin a risk upon a disc means youre written off the listIm not sayin you cant have your fame and glory just dont bore meWhen I come to see you live, and I paid twenty-fiveThats, crazy loot kris is saying I dont play those gamesKilling rhyme sessions is the meaning of my nameBut dont call my name in vain, cause I will appearAnd your livest mc will get slain right hereSee I do the homework, and I do the extra creditYou could sell a million records, and still cant set itCause the lex or beem is probably just the matches and a jeep soIm sure your rap career now if they come before your peopleOhh lord!! you cant be thinkin about billboardWith the mic cord, and several thousand people just boredBeing dope live is like being insured for lifeYou always get called back twice, you areChorus 2xVerse three: thor-el, krs-oneI burn like hy-dra-cho-loric and my city got ittyHes terrible, thor-els incredible and terrificIs it, that youre under the influence of local obviousRappers that die, but why, explain the obviousNo stoppin this lyrics from the esophagusRockin strictly the hip-hop populace
