Letra Ova Here [Remix] de Krs-One original

KRS-One: speaking live>


First of all, I don't know WHO, y'all saw on this stage before me (aight)
I don't know WHO, y'all gonna see on this stage after me (true)

But THIS, is REAL.. HIP.. HOP!Worrrrrd UP!

I'm gonna find out tonight, where the real hip-hop



Intro> + (live response)

The real hip hop is (ova here!!!!)

The real hip hop is (ova here!!!!)


The real hip hop is (ova here!!!!)

Real hip hop is (ova here!!!!)


Interlude>

Bla-blaow! Bla-blaow!
Clear 'em out, clear 'em out - word!


{scratching: 'Aww yeah!', 'The real hip-hop, is ova here'

{scratching: 'KRS, come get up in they asses'



Verse One>

You ain't Fo'Reel and you ain't Universal


Your whole style sounds like a infomercial
You ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus
Challengin the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status



With these elders lookin at Billboard you could stop them
But I got enough albums to make my OWN top ten!


You bite my style off the radio
You limited, like the spread of traffic

So when you speak in fact I hear the static


You better Chillout like Chuck, I kick like three Norrises
One of my sixteen bar rhymes is eight of your choruses

Of course it is, ridiculous

Watch out, I be in the club inconspicuous

Gotcha, on your, hands and knees

Ain't it about time for some real MC's?



Chorus> + (live response)

The real hip hop is (ova here!!!!)

The real hip hop is (ova here!!!!)

Real hip hop is (ova here!!!!)

Real hip hop is (ova here!!!!)



KRS-One>

Yo yo, Beatminerz, turn up the track a little bit

Gonna do this right now



Verse Two>

Remix it, don't re-fix it

First brigade, second brigade - all swords lifted

Formation, classified information


Code red rhyme style accurate articulation
Don't test my foreign relation

The cats in Brixton, Birmingham and London just waitin

Got my cats in France like ill

Even Africa's laughin at'cha right along with Brazil

The West Indies?Jus' wan fi kill

Got Canada mad at'cha, Germany heard of me, they seen the skill
Hip-Hop is more than a thrill to us

A dollar bill to us, believe you will trust in that


Cause if you bust at me, on TV, CD

Internet trust that, I WILL BUST BACK

I turn down heat real quick, when I spit
You need the medicine what I speak is so sick


Then again these veteran be better than many men

Forever we hit 'em again better than ANY trend they could ever say

In any season, hot warm cold or freezin

When it comes to MCin, we believe in rhymin for a different reason

No frontin, my rhyme style tells you somethin

They rhyme style tells you who they freakin

But you was already told - what does it profit a man
To gain the whole world and lose his soul?