[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