[KRS] Yeah that? the one -- yo Thor-El just just check your mic



Verse One: Thor-El



So you wanna be the million dollar man, kid what? 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?e tough, gimme a call when things get rough

You get no Vette and, if I could stay leaded

I? leavin rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic

you?e 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? subtract by seven

Callin callin for the reverand, lookin at hell like heaven

I? 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?on, uhh

Dead two in the head before some A