KRS-One, Thor-El - H.I.P.H.O.P lyrics
[KRS-One, Thor-El - H.I.P.H.O.P lyrics]
So you wanna be the million dollar man
Kid what's your plan
Make a deal with the devil
Settle for a hundred grand
Not enough I call your bluff
Hit you with the stuff
Deal with this and think you're tough
Gimme a call when things get rough
You get no Vette and, if I could stay leaded
I'm leavin rappers one legged from
Fakin like the prosthetic
You're artificial by cripple
Rap is like your pistol
Grim Reaper, I got the whistle
Death I pull no tissue
Hit you, like the Mac-11
MC's subtract by seven
Callin callin for the reverand
Lookin at hell like heaven i'm on the map
Makin it like the crazy on the track
Oh, what the hell I get my mail
While I raid you til it crack
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
C'mon, uhh
Dead two in the head before some A&R tell me
I must give up the streets you
Lift the company can sell me
What's the sense in being large if
You can't take a risk?
Thinkin a risk upon a disc means
You're written off the list
I'm not sayin you can't have your fame
And glory just don't bore me
When I come to see you live
And I paid twenty-five
That's, crazy loot Kris is saying
I don't play those games
Killing Rhyme Sessions is the
Meaning of my name
But don't call my name in vain
Cause I will appear
And your livest MC will get slain right here
See I do the homework
And I do the extra credit
You could sell a million records
And still can't set it
Cause the Lex or Beem is probably just
The matches and a Jeep so
I'm sure your rap career now if
They come before your people
Ohh Lord! You can't be
Thinkin about Billboard with the mic cord
And several thousand people just bored
Being dope live is like
Being insured for life
You always get called back twice, you are
I burn like hy-dra-cho-loric and
My city got itty he's terrible
Thor-El's incredible and terrific is it
That you're under the influence
Of local obvious rappers that die, but why
Explain the obvious
No stoppin this lyrics from the esophagus
Rockin strictly the Hip-Hop populace
Kid what's your plan
Make a deal with the devil
Settle for a hundred grand
Not enough I call your bluff
Hit you with the stuff
Deal with this and think you're tough
Gimme a call when things get rough
You get no Vette and, if I could stay leaded
I'm leavin rappers one legged from
Fakin like the prosthetic
You're artificial by cripple
Rap is like your pistol
Grim Reaper, I got the whistle
Death I pull no tissue
Hit you, like the Mac-11
MC's subtract by seven
Callin callin for the reverand
Lookin at hell like heaven i'm on the map
Makin it like the crazy on the track
Oh, what the hell I get my mail
While I raid you til it crack
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
C'mon, uhh
Dead two in the head before some A&R tell me
I must give up the streets you
Lift the company can sell me
What's the sense in being large if
You can't take a risk?
Thinkin a risk upon a disc means
You're written off the list
I'm not sayin you can't have your fame
And glory just don't bore me
When I come to see you live
And I paid twenty-five
That's, crazy loot Kris is saying
I don't play those games
Killing Rhyme Sessions is the
Meaning of my name
But don't call my name in vain
Cause I will appear
And your livest MC will get slain right here
See I do the homework
And I do the extra credit
You could sell a million records
And still can't set it
Cause the Lex or Beem is probably just
The matches and a Jeep so
I'm sure your rap career now if
They come before your people
Ohh Lord! You can't be
Thinkin about Billboard with the mic cord
And several thousand people just bored
Being dope live is like
Being insured for life
You always get called back twice, you are
I burn like hy-dra-cho-loric and
My city got itty he's terrible
Thor-El's incredible and terrific is it
That you're under the influence
Of local obvious rappers that die, but why
Explain the obvious
No stoppin this lyrics from the esophagus
Rockin strictly the Hip-Hop populace