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[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 Letras de cancionesI 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 From Letras Mania