KRS-One Lyrics

Album: I Got Next

Come to Da Party Lyrics

featuring Thor El 

[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