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KRS-One Lyrics
"Hush"

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Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Uh-huh, we was done?

Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Yeah yeah yeah

Whatchu thought? uh, uh, uh

Yo, yo, back again, what's that? Back again

What's that? Word come on

A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug

A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug

An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug

A real thug is a thug that's hush

A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug

A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug

An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug

A real thug is a thug that's hush

Yo, yo, yo, check it, check it

Let us begin', KRS, winnin' again, KRS one did it again

KRS bigger than them, look at them they bit it again

I think my gun just gonna start clickin' again

Click clack, I always spit back

Anybody call my name I go get that

In fact we draggin' 'em out, to a deserted route

The teacher returns, you must learn, the word is out

No doubt highly respected, front page records

Off the hook, yet still connected

Are you teachin' yourself, teachin' yourself?

I'm like history repeatin' itself

Criminal minded, you've been blinded again

Lookin' for my style you can't find it again

You can find these others that may sound like Kris

But when it comes to the hands they don't get down like Kris

They never ran up in the clubs with a hundred thugs

Never had the respect of crips and bloods

Never knew B.O., they never knew big pun

They never battled MC's, they never bust they gun

They don't know that, all they know is that show dat

That's digital audio tape if you don't know that

Now go back and get my name correct

'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug

A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug

That tough guy talk don't make you a thug

A real thug is a thug that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug

A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug

That tough guy talk don't make you a thug

A real thug is a thug that's hush

Word, yeah yeah, uh-huh, yo

Yo, yo, yo hit 'em Kris

What mean the world to me? H I P H O P

And S I M, O N E and G O D, I stay low key

I go down to Hell, and slap up Satan

Then return to Heaven, where Scott Larock is waitin'

Resurrection, just like my brown complexion

When I speak, I don't need protection from the heat

I walk these streets and I'm quick to hit first

Throw on any beat I'll be quick to spit first

And rip town, I take one look around

And all you hear is, "Get down, get down, get down"

Knowledge reigns supreme, I stay on blast

That's why these rappers want me to go on last

That's the truth, that's the fact, that's the deal

Forget sex appeal, my tech is real

And my rep is real, KRS

Woo-woop-woop, that's the sound of EMS

The rag on your head, it best stay white

'Cause I can turn that red in a mintue aight

Now go back and get my name correct

'Fore I snatch them diamonds from 'round your neck

Once again, get my name correct

'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck

A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug

A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug

An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug

A real thug is a thug that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug

A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug

That tough guy talk don't make you a thug

A real thug is a thug that's hush

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo

To all my heads who wanna see an improvement

In hip-hop culture, join this movement

We need more glocks than my man Freddie Fox

The knowledge I spit to the click it don't stop

That hardcore Godcore, ready to start war

Rock more shock more top your pop tour

I'm sure I'll drop the grade to zero

When the teacher return, I don't chase Deniro

Like where yo? Where yo? they livin' in fear yo

It's a jungle sometime, but I got my spear yo

The album's called 'Sneak attack', that's what it is

KRS-One spittin' facts to kids

A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug

That tough guy talk don't make you a thug

An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug

A real thug is a thug that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug

A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug

A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug

A real thug is a thug that's hush
This song is from the album "Sneak Attack".