KRS-One - Omni Hood lyrics
[KRS-One - Omni Hood lyrics]
I know that you don't like
Things that I like but just because I write
The things that'll take your mind to sky-high
(I write about life, I write about death
I write about strife, I write about stress
I write about the strong and the weak
I write about the hood and the street
I rhyme about my beefs)
Okay, here I go with a flow
That be thumping the show
It's the Teacha KRS-One if you didn't know
Man I speak to the streets
Over beats every week
Forget crime, peace of mind
That's what you seek
Man I'm back with the heat, I keep rapping
Cause when people look at hip-hop today
They be like "What happened?"
Here's what happened, one side is chilling
The other side
They already sold out their children
They want millions, forget nation building
If this was really the mob
We would've took them out and killed them
But this the Gospel, we fulfil 'em
I'm Hip Hop, I'm good, I'm omni hood
Kris rocks every block
Rise up, the lights up when I'm up
Challengers, you know exactly where
You wind up this the hand that fed you
I don't hate y'all
Some of y'all make me sick
It's more like a "hetchoo"
I bring life to your dead crew
My real name is love
And love's gonna get you
I got the TEC too, but it ain't about the TEC
It's about whether the owner of
The TEC respects you
What you wanna hear bout central booking for?
Hip Hop, that's exactly what you looking for
If you don't represent the name
What you took it for? I spit rhymes so raw
You need to cook it more
I'm from the Wild Style, Beat Street breaking
Nope, you're not the king
That seat's been taken
You young'ns on some crazy shit
Me, retire? Why dude, I made this shit!
So yo, get to spitting
Freestyling or written the clock is ticking
Stroke your kit and you'll
Get broken and bitten
Ain't no coke in my kitchen
I got that fish, wheat, bread and chicken
Y'all leave limping
I put out more cartoons than the Simpsons
You got them sucker emcee symptoms
Look around
You don't even know your english
Your verb or noun
You just a sucker emcee, you sad-faced clown
Things that I like but just because I write
The things that'll take your mind to sky-high
(I write about life, I write about death
I write about strife, I write about stress
I write about the strong and the weak
I write about the hood and the street
I rhyme about my beefs)
Okay, here I go with a flow
That be thumping the show
It's the Teacha KRS-One if you didn't know
Man I speak to the streets
Over beats every week
Forget crime, peace of mind
That's what you seek
Man I'm back with the heat, I keep rapping
Cause when people look at hip-hop today
They be like "What happened?"
Here's what happened, one side is chilling
The other side
They already sold out their children
They want millions, forget nation building
If this was really the mob
We would've took them out and killed them
But this the Gospel, we fulfil 'em
I'm Hip Hop, I'm good, I'm omni hood
Kris rocks every block
Rise up, the lights up when I'm up
Challengers, you know exactly where
You wind up this the hand that fed you
I don't hate y'all
Some of y'all make me sick
It's more like a "hetchoo"
I bring life to your dead crew
My real name is love
And love's gonna get you
I got the TEC too, but it ain't about the TEC
It's about whether the owner of
The TEC respects you
What you wanna hear bout central booking for?
Hip Hop, that's exactly what you looking for
If you don't represent the name
What you took it for? I spit rhymes so raw
You need to cook it more
I'm from the Wild Style, Beat Street breaking
Nope, you're not the king
That seat's been taken
You young'ns on some crazy shit
Me, retire? Why dude, I made this shit!
So yo, get to spitting
Freestyling or written the clock is ticking
Stroke your kit and you'll
Get broken and bitten
Ain't no coke in my kitchen
I got that fish, wheat, bread and chicken
Y'all leave limping
I put out more cartoons than the Simpsons
You got them sucker emcee symptoms
Look around
You don't even know your english
Your verb or noun
You just a sucker emcee, you sad-faced clown