KRS-One - h.i.p.h.o.p.

Yeah, that’s the one Yo, Thor-El, just just check your mic 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 an' think you’re tough? Gimme a call when things get rough You get no Vette an' if I could stay leaded I’m leavin' rappers one-legged from fakin' like the prosthetic More 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 Reverend, 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 Dead, two in the head before some A an' 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 an' glory just don’t bore me When I come to see you live an' I paid twenty-five That’s crazy loot Kris is sayin', I don’t play those games 'Killing Rhyme Sessions' is the meanin' of my name But don’t call my name in vain 'cause I will appear An' your livest MC will get slain right here See, I do the homework an' I do the extra credit You could sell a million records an' still can’t set it 'Cause the Lex or Beem is probably just the matches an' a Jeep So I’m sure your rap career, now if they come before your people Oh, Lord, you can’t be thinkin' about Billboard With the mic cord an' several thousand people just bored Bein' dope live is like bein' insured for life You always get called back twice, you are H.I.P.H.O.P., we are H.I.P.H.O.P., we are H.I.P.H.O.P., we are H.I.P.H.O.P., we are I burn like hydracholoric an' my city got itty He’s terrible, Thor-El’s incredible an' 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