KRS-One Lyrics
"Hot"

Yeah, who will be standing when the smoke clears?

(KRS-One)

Word up, what's up with this? We're coming through

Boogie Down style, kid, what's up?

This is KRS-One, the light at the end of the tunnel

Yo, they not hot, all they do is talk a lot

That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?

That's hot, not 'cause you're friends with the cops

That's not hot, a real MC you're not

I'm hot, been hot, repeatedly heated

Don't call the teacher, hah, you best be seated

You got these kids gazed up like you own the inventory

Fake muthafuckas ain't tellin' the whole story

Tell 'em how you borrow from everyone you knew

And now that you're on top, they can't borrow from you

That's not hot, tell 'em how you love bein' pop

'Cause you was so broke before sleepin' cold on a cot

You don't rock, you grab money

Your crocks rock the spot and you grab them honeys

It's about to get ugly

I don't even go to these bullshit kiddie-ass clubs

You wanna be a thug? Let's thug

First of all, soldiers speak to soldiers

Captains speak to captains

Lieutenant, lieutenant, cool?

But your first mistake is, he's steppin' to me, rookie

Like you a O.G. and you just a run-up, fool

Who really got these streets on lock?

Whose name really holds high respect on the block?

Who opened up these clubs and taught you how to mix?

Who opened up these thugs from Compton to the Bricks?

I don't even sound like the rest of you kiddies

I study the ways of God, you studyin' titties

And ass, I pity your class

'Cause you come out with a blast

But you're trash, so you really don't last

They not hot, all they do is talk a lot

That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?

That's hot, not cause you're friends with the cops

That's not hot, a real MC you're not

They not hot, all they do is talk a lot

That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?

That's hot, not 'cause you're friends with the cops

That's not hot, a real MC you're not

This is hotter than heat, too deep, I'm on top of the streets

You weak, you ain't really rockin' these beats

You [unverified], you dress straight, eat straight

But you're a slave and yo, you can't come up in a heat tank

God we thank, we watch what we sell

You better hope these Christians are wrong 'cause you goin' to hell

Think about that when you're spittin' your raps

And you call out KRS, I'll put you flat on your back

You're not hot, all you do is talk a lot

That's not hot, where's your respect on the block?

That's hot, not cause you're friends with the cops

That's not hot, a real MC you're not

What's hot?

(KRS-One)

That's hot, what's hot?

(KRS-One)

That's hot, who's hot?

(KRS-One)

That's hot, where's your respect on the block?

(KRS-One need to be runnin' for office)

(So Butta-Pican Rican, tell 'em to get off it)