h.i.p.h.o.p.
Singer:krs-one
so you wanna be the million dollar man
make a deal with the devil settle for a hundred grand
not enough i call your bluff
deal with this and think you're tough
gimme a call when things get rough
i'm leavin rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
you're artificial by cripple
callin callin for the reverand
lookin at hell like heaven
makin it like the crazy on the track
oh what the hell i get my mail while i raid you til it crack
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
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
and your livest mc will get slain right here
and i do the extra credit
you could sell a million records
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
and several thousand people just bored
being dope live is like being insured for life
you always get called back twice
i burn like hy-dra-cho-loric and my city got itty
thor-el's incredible and terrific
that you're under the influence of local obvious
no stoppin this lyrics from the esophagus rockin strictly the hip-hop populace