Krs-one - Hush Lyrics
f/ Nyce (The Breeze Team)Uh-huh, whatchu thought?Uh-huh, we was done?Uh-huh, whatchu thought?!Yeah, yeahYeah, whatchu thought?Uhh, uhh, uhhYo, yo, back again!What's that?Back again!What's that?Word!C'mon[Chorus 2X: Nyce]A North Face and skully hat don't MAKE YOU A THUGA army suit, a pair of Timbs don't MAKE YOU A THUGAn ill mug and a gat don't MAKE YOU A THUGA real thug is a thug that's HUSH![KRS-One]Yo, yo, yo, check it, check itLet us begin, KRS, winnin again, KRS-One did it againKRS bigger than them, look at them they bit it againI think my gun just gonna start clickin againClick-clack, I always spit backAnybody call my name I go get thatIn fact we draggin 'em out, to a deserted routeThe teacher returns, you must learn, the word is outNo doubt highly respected, Front Page RecordsOff the hook, yet still connectedAre you teachin yourself, teachin yourself?I'm like history repeatin itself"Criminal Minded", you've been blinded againLookin for my style you can't find it againYou can find these others that may sound like Krisbut when it comes to the hands they don't get down like Kris!They never ran up in the clubs with a hundred thugsNever had the respect of Crips and BloodsNever knew B.O., they never knew Big PunThey never battled MC's, they never bust they gunThey don't know that, all they know is that show DATThat's Digital Audio Tape if you don't know thatNow go back and get my name correct'fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck[Chorus 2X: Nyce]A doo rag a platinum chain don't MAKE YOU A THUGA fat ride with chrome don't MAKE YOU A THUGThat tough guy talk don't MAKE YOU A THUGA real thug is a thug that's HUSH![KRS-One]Word, yeah yeah, uh-huh, yoYo, yo, yo (hit 'em Kris!)What mean the world to me?H-I-P, H-O-PAnd S-I-M, O-N-EAnd G-O-D, I stay low keyI go down to hell, and slap up SatanThen return to heaven, where Scott LaRock is waitinResurrection, just like my brown complexionwhen I speak, I don't need protection from the heatI walk these streets and I'm quick to hit firstThrow on any beat I'll be quick to spit firstand rip town, I take one look aroundAnd all you hear is, "Get down, get down, get down!"Knowledge Reigns Supreme, I stay on blastThat's why these rappers want me to go on lastThat's the truth, that's the fact, that's the dealForget sex appeal, my tech is realAnd my rep is real, K-R-SWoo-woop-woop!That's the sound of E-M-SThe rag on your head, it best stay whiteCause I can turn that red in a mintue a-ight?Now go back and get my name correct'fore I snatch them diamonds from 'round your neckOnce again, get my name correct'fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck[Chorus: Nyce]A North Face and skully hat don't MAKE YOU A THUGA army suit, a pair of Timbs don't MAKE YOU A THUGAn ill mug and a gat don't MAKE YOU A THUGA real thug is a thug that's HUSH!A doo rag a platinum chain don't MAKE YOU A THUGA fat ride with chrome don't MAKE YOU A THUGThat tough guy talk don't MAKE YOU A THUGA real thug is a thug that's HUSH![KRS-One]Yeah.. yeah.. yo, yo, yoTo all my heads who wanna see an improvementin hip-hop culture, join this movementWe need more glocks than my man Freddie FoxxxThe knowledge I spit to the click it don't stopThat hardcore God-core, ready to start warRock more shock more top your pop tourI'm sure I'll drop the grade to zeroWhen the teacher return, I don't chase DeNiroLike where yo?Where yo?They livin in fear yoIt's a jungle sometime, but I got my spear yoThe album's called "Sneak Attack", that's what it isKRS-One spittin facts to kids[Chorus: Nyce]A army suit, a pair of Timbs don't MAKE YOU A THUGThat tough guy talk don't MAKE YOU A THUGAn ill mug and a gat don't MAKE YOU A THUGA real thug is a thug that's HUSH!A doo rag a platinum chain don't MAKE YOU A THUGA North Face and skully hat don't MAKE YOU A THUGA fat ride with chrome don't MAKE YOU A THUGA real thug is a thug that's HUSH!
