Letra de Come to Da Party de KRS-One
Letras de KRS-One
Letra de Come to Da Party
featuring Thor El
[KRS] Yeah thats the one yo Thor El just just check your mic
Verse One: Thor El
So you wanna be the million dollar man kid whats 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 youre tough gimme a call when things get rough
You get no Vette and if I could stay leaded
Im leavin rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
youre 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, MCs subtract by seven
Callin callin for the reverand, lookin at hell like heaven
Im 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
Cmon, 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
Whats the sense in being large if you cant take a risk?
Thinkin a risk upon a disc means youre written off the list
Im not sayin you cant have your fame and glory just dont bore me
when I come to see you live, and I paid twenty-five
Thats, crazy loot Kris is saying I dont play those games
Killing Rhyme Sessions is the meaning of my name
But dont 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 cant set it
Cause the Lex or Beem is probably just the matches and a Jeep so
Im sure your rap career now if they come before your people
Ohh Lord!! You cant 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
Hes terrible, Thor-Els incredible and terrific
Is it, that youre 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
[KRS] Yeah thats the one yo Thor El just just check your mic
Verse One: Thor El
So you wanna be the million dollar man kid whats 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 youre tough gimme a call when things get rough
You get no Vette and if I could stay leaded
Im leavin rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
youre 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, MCs subtract by seven
Callin callin for the reverand, lookin at hell like heaven
Im 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
Cmon, 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
Whats the sense in being large if you cant take a risk?
Thinkin a risk upon a disc means youre written off the list
Im not sayin you cant have your fame and glory just dont bore me
when I come to see you live, and I paid twenty-five
Thats, crazy loot Kris is saying I dont play those games
Killing Rhyme Sessions is the meaning of my name
But dont 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 cant set it
Cause the Lex or Beem is probably just the matches and a Jeep so
Im sure your rap career now if they come before your people
Ohh Lord!! You cant 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
Hes terrible, Thor-Els incredible and terrific
Is it, that youre 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
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