| Lyrics: | [KRS] Yeah that? the one -- yo Thor-El just just check your mic
Verse One:
Thor-El
So you wanna be the million dollar man, kid what? 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?e tough, gimme a call when things get rough
You get no
Vette and, if I could stay leaded
I? leavin rappers one-legged from fakin like the
prosthetic
you?e 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? subtract by seven
Callin
callin for the reverand, lookin at hell like heaven
I? 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
Chorus: KRS and
Thor-El
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
H, I, P, H, O, P, we are
Verse Two:
KRS-One
C?on, uhh
Dead two in the head before some A |
