KRS-One - Hip Hop: lyrics and video
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userjaja zeig uns deine bildintelligenz du prototyp kanacke...
user
lieber einfallslos als überhaupt nicht denken können ;)
user
der track ist so zeitlos
user
und reen ist der größte!
user
man junge hab ne freundin die du bürsten kannst vllt wirste dann bisschen normaler keep on fucking du looser
user
danke fürs angebot, aber wenn ich was schneller und billiges will hol ich deine mutti bei kik ab.
user
cool ich muss deine mutti garnich erst abholen weil sie kostenlos ist und schon in meinem keller eingesperrt ist -- torch rules!
user
Ich versteh auch nich was alee gegen reen haben! Seine texte sind viel besser als die von bushido,fler,eko fresh und noch mehr. Der song hat wirklich skills.
user
leute wie mc rene, fettes brot u.s.w. werden einfach als öko-rapper angesehen... die kommen nich von der straße und benutzen kaum fäkalsprache und sind somit einfach nur irgendwelche vögel die studiert haben (so das bild von denen)... hiphop is ne jugendkultur und die heutige hat so ziemlich alle grenzen eingerissen, sodass leute wie rene kein vorbild sein könn... das müssen "gangster" sein wie bushido, fler.. oder auch einfach nur rapper die sagen was sie wollen wie savas.
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Lyrics:
[KRS] Yeah that's the one yo Thor El just just check your mic
Verse One: Thor El
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
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'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
Chorus 2X
Verse Three: Thor-El, KRS-One
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
[KRS] Yeah that's the one yo Thor El just just check your mic
Verse One: Thor El
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
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'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
Chorus 2X
Verse Three: Thor-El, KRS-One
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
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