Trample me down
To the ground
Where you cannot see

Lock me away
Lock me away
Throw away the key

I am the one that you feel most threatend by
I am the one that you feel most threatend by

You talk yourself up
Talk yourself up
Look at you

You’re just like them all
Just like them all
You’re not brand new

I am the one that you feel most threatend by
I am the one that you feel most threatend by

I am the one
Who will make
Your though process bleed

Planted in your mind
I grow
Just like a seed

I am the one that you feel most threatend by
I am the one that you feel most threatend by

I am the one that you feel most threatend by
I am the one that you feel most threatend by

That’s you with that bad ass Benz ha
That’s you that can’t keep yo’ old lady
cause you keep fuckin her friends ha
You gotta go to court ha
You got served a subpeona for child support ha
That was that nerve ha
You ain’t even much get a chance to say a word ha
I know i ain’t trippin don’t your brother got them birds ha
You ready to bust one of them niggaz head ha
You ain’t scared ha
You know how to play it ha
I know you ain’t just gonna let a nigga come and punk you ha
Stunt and front you ha
Straight up run you ha
You know who got that fire green ha
You know how to use a triple beam ha
Shit ain’t hard as it seems ha
You keep your body clean ha
You got a lot of girbaud jeans ha
Some of your partners dope fiends ha
You really don’t want to fuck with them niggaz ha
You come up with them niggaz ha
You stuck with them niggaz ha

(Chorus 2X)
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is yo make nothing out of something
You handle your biz and don’t be cryin and suffering

You can’t do nothing but love fresh ha
You want to know what we gonna do next ha
You brought my tape with a check ha
You wearing a vest ha
You tryin to protect your chest ha
You spent 70 on your benz ha
That ain’t yours that’s for your friends ha
You wanna stop these niggaz from playing wit you ha
You wanna run the block ha
You wanna be the only nigga with rocks ha]
You keep your gun cocked ha
You count the money at the end of the night ha
You on a three day flight ha
You full of that diesel ha
You duckin them people ha
Your face was on the news last night ha
You the one that robbed them little dudes out they shoes last night ha
You don’t go in the projects when it’s dark ha
You claim you thug and you ain’t got no heart ha
You came in the Nolia on new years eve ha
You got stuck in that bitch and couldn’t leave ha
It was hard for youto breathe ha

(Chorus 2X)
You a paper chaser, you got you block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothing out of something
You handle your biz and don’t be cryin and suffering

You got a trespassing charge ha
That dick got hard ha
When you were looking at them little broads ha
You don’t know when to quit ha
That’s you with that shot calling shit ha
That’s you with that balling shit ha
That’s you that’s taking them hits ha
That hoe don’t know when to shut up her mouth ha
You gonna knock that hoe teeth out ha
You done switched from Nike to Reebok ha
You twinkle you golds everytime you leave your house ha
Them income tax checks ha
You bout to flip that ha
You bout to go score you a gram ha
You gonna treat your nose ha
You bout to go put the dope dick on one of these hoe ha
When you broke you drove ha
When you paid you got bookoo places to go ha
You on top ha
You rob somebody shop ha
You don’t think you can be stopped ha
You ridin in the Benz on 20 inch rims ha

(Chorus 2X)
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is to make nothing out of something
You handle you biz and don’t be cryin and suffering

[KRS] Yeah that’s the one yo Thor El just just check your mic

Verse One: Thor El

So you wanna be the million dollar man kid what’s 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 you’re tough gimme a call when things get rough
You get no Vette and if I could stay leaded
I’m leavin rappers one-legged from fakin like the prosthetic
you’re 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, MC’s subtract by seven
Callin callin for the reverand, lookin at hell like heaven
I’m 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

C’mon, 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
What’s the sense in being large if you can’t take a risk?
Thinkin a risk upon a disc means you’re written off the list
I’m not sayin you can’t have your fame and glory just don’t bore me
when I come to see you live, and I paid twenty-five
That’s, crazy loot Kris is saying I don’t play those games
Killing Rhyme Sessions is the meaning of my name
But don’t 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 can’t set it
Cause the Lex or Beem is probably just the matches and a Jeep so
I’m sure your rap career now if they come before your people
Ohh Lord!! You can’t 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
He’s terrible, Thor-El’s incredible and terrific
Is it, that you’re 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

Stark naked in front of my mirror
A pudgy person somehow did appear
Seems lately all I’ve eaten sugar and fat
It’s getting obvious that’s not where it’s at
A big pot and tripley chin
Oh what condition my condition was in
Laughing at myself at what a crying shame
What ever happened to my Greek godly frame

Cyclamates juicy steaks, sweet things too
Aren’t always good as they seem
Doughy lumps, stomach pumps, enemas too
That’s what you get when you eat that way

I read a book on organic foods
Jumped on a health food kick
Put me in the mood
You may not get to perfect overnight
But on the way you’re feelin’ clean out of sight
We ate tonight at Fairfax and 3rd
We’re gonna spread the news and give you the word
We hope that soon you’ll eat like we did today
We’re mighty thankful now that H.E.L.P.’s on its way
Salad with a special knock you right off your seat
With carrot juice to wash it all down
Yummy carob cookies are an organic treat
And H.E.L.P. has got the best food in town

H.-E.-L.-P.
H.E.L.P. your education creates much benefit and peace

Hamburgers and hot dogs throw ’em all out
You’ll feel so good you’ll jump up and shout
If you haven’t why don’t you go shopping today
And ‘member now that H.E.L.P. ‘s on its way

H.-E.-L.-P.
Radiant Radish

[Juvenile]
Get out the way now, hey.. get out the way now..
Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. ahh, ahh
Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. mmm
Get out the way.. get out the way now..

You wonder why I don’t smile and don’t make friends
or ki-ki with new niggaz; cause I don’t know dem
I didn’t shoot marbles witcha and you ain’t no kin
Kissin ass like you be doin look you ain’t no men
The only reason you’re talkin crazy cause you drank mo’ gin
You can take it there if you want, look you ain’t gon’ win
And I’m feelin like an example is needed to be made
I’ma take this calico and go bust me a head
They might just won’t retailate, they might just be afraid
Some niggaz I been fuckin with controllin what they say
It’s still on! They wouldn’t let me ride
That was they nigga that we killed so one of us gotta die
Oh yeah, they wanna play ha?
Must really be underestimatin me and this ‘k ha?
It must not be meant for you so please get out the way now
I’m one of the best doin this, bout every day now.. hah..

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I’m warnin ya, I’m tellin ya
A HeadBusta is up in ya area
Don’t stand there better be bailin brah
Or hollow tip bullets gonna tear you up

[Juvenile]
I wonder how long it’s gon’ take ‘fore niggaz realize I’m not a game
Look at me nigga, you think I’m playin?
Do it look like everything in my life goin correctly?
Bitch, I’ma be bout it ’til the man come get me
I got a fucked up conscience, and my thinkin ain’t right
I got a brand new child but look I’ma slanger tonight
Nigga swellin up his chest, cause I’m bangin his wife
I’m at the bar drinkin Hennessy, he came with a knife
I got my man on the side of me, he scopin him right
He think it’s over but he gonna get fucked over tonight
If I got problem witcha I’ma address it, front and center
If we beef in January, won’t be until December
I’m tryin to getcha outta here
Like your momma and your lawyer, stuck with four or five open charges
Dealin with you bitches like you’re one of my children
Whippin your ass because you left out the buildin

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Fuck with a G ain’t gon’ never stop
Somebody gotta go – you better have the better plot
Cause if not, little shit could escalate to big shit
One of your little man’sll be the one pay you a visit
Enticed by them neighbors, they gave him a picture
Twenty G’s, some toolies, now he comin to getcha
Wodie my life is like a football field
He done crossed the line of scrimmage is the one I kill, and I feel
that the marker should be first and goal
And I got the ball of course, goin in to sco’ – nigga
What’s my motherfuckin name? Wodie it don’t matter
What’s the shit up in my hand? A piece of chrome manner
And I just had me a blunt, and a cup of that gin
Don’t get scared now motherfucker you in trouble my friend

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Get out the way now, hey..
Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. mm
Get out the way now, headbusters on the way now.. uhh
Get out the way now, the headbusters on the way now.. uhh
Get out the way now, the CMR is on the way now.. mm
Get out the way now, a Ju-ve-nile is on the way now

Sometimes…

You know
Put a label on how you wake up every morning
And go to bed at night

Hybrid

I?ve been diggin into crakes ever since I was livin in space
Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits
I mastered numerology and big bang theology
Performed lobotomies with telekinetic psychology
Invented the mic so I could start blessin it
Chin-checkin’ kids to make my point like an impressionist
Many men have tried to shake us
But I twist mic cords in double helixes and show them what I?m made of
I buckle knees like leg braces
Cast the spell of instrumental-ness and all of you emcees who hate us
So you can try on,
Leave you without a shoulder to cry on
From now to infinity let icons be bygones
I fire bomb ghostly notes haunt this
I tried threats but moved on to a promise
I stomp shit with or without an accomplice
And run the gauntlet with whoever that wants this

Chorus:

High Voltage
The unforgettable sound
High Voltage
Bringing you up and taking you down
High Voltage
Coming at you from every side
High Voltage
Making the rhythm and rhyme collide

Akira: I put a kink in the backbones of clones with microphones
Never satisfy my rhyme jones
Sprayin bright day over what you might say
My Blood type’s Krylon- Technicolor type A
On highways ride with road rage
Cages of wind and cages of tin that bounce all around
Surround sound
Devouring the scene
Subliminal gangrene paintings
Over while the same thing
Sing song karaoke copy bullshit
Break bones verbally with sticks and stone tactics
Fourth dimension, combat convention
Write rhymes at ease while the track stands at attention
Meant to put you away with the pencil
Pistol, official, 16 line a rhyme missile
While you risk your all, I pick out all your flaws
Spin rah, blah blah blah
You can say you saw

Chorus (2x)

who’s the man,
the man in your hand over your land rover,
no man’s born with a farrow when he jams your plan’s over,
i am fistsclerosis,
the most ferocious,
when i spy my third eye’s extremely high voltage,
that’s why i need ruby quartz glasses,
caz when i glance at the chance that i might blast the masses,
subliminals transmitted through piano,
integrated in flow,
calculated in nano,
i use skills when i need PC’s to rhyme,
i hear when i plead when i proceed through time,
i walk through walls and inanimate obsticles,
rhyme news in a reduction of cells and molecules,
i bring the knowledge juice,
swallow a steak that’s the hollagram,
i box your head, fatten your lip like colligen,
the telepath deliver verses with no postage,
Pharoahe Monch, Mike Shinoda, we high voltage

Chorus (2x)

(turntable)

[Intro]
That’s right ugh, check it out
Back in tha days where tha people were fresh
It was one mc who had to pass tha test
He was down by law, and he’s ready to play
That’s right yawl, it’s hostyle today

[Verse 1]
Yo yo, yo
Woke up in tha morning and my eggs was part
Turned on tha boob toob saw tha million man march
Tha cops in dc, had to play scared
Gotta a, warn in plans looking at tha quaters of france
Ants in my pants so i dips in tha door
Picked up tha keys, caught a telephone call
She yelling bones in my sounds swell
I’m like why can’t, a brother can’t rise up
All i’m hearing is clobbers, hung up
Lighted some butter, wu tighten my gutter
Shouted lover, to those hungry
Put holes in they clothes
Bitch niggas throwing weak shit in tha game
On tha streets, smoking dough and leak on tha heap

[Chorus]
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)

[Verse 2]
Climax a vocal, like tha local weed spot
Dime bags i go through, i’m at tha penical of smoke signals
Tree’s in a tight squeeze, night breeze
For i blow hair might freeze, somebody give me a light please
Matter fact i got matches i strike these don
Son where you coming from, vernon fourty one
Here ya shorty come, know she calling me for what
She ignoring me, unless she horny and i got some trojans on me
I just stop start smiling, hands on her hips posing for me
I limped over wit laughter
Told me to meet me a qauter after three, and smacker her on tha ass cheek
Ghetto thug classy, if you ask me, if you ask me

[Chorus]
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)

[Bridge]
To all dem types that fuck wit me
For qb and so on, tha hyrdro crew
Mike heron, jerry familar
And my enginer, max zzzzz (zzzzz zzzzz)
Mo greens baby
To my man untouchable violence, what up
This our dudes, prince from pa rule
Yeah to tha mobb deep, and to tha infamous mobb
That’s right, girl j nicky brown
To my three kids, get down baby
Yeah, it’s on, fredrick and my man calito
What, to all my people, ugh
Tha who hand clique, terrific mud explicit

[Chorus]
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(throw ya henny in tha sky)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha bread winners, tha money getters)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this m-o-n-e-y)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha henny guzzelers, and tha henny huzzelers)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(this is serious b-i)
H-o-s-t-y-l-e
(tha thug chicks who loved it)
Those them types that fuck wit me
(lets get this money till we die)

*fading out*

The conscious man is dead
And I buried him
Beneath this scarred tissue
Armored skeleton
The machine is now alive
Desensitized with open eyes
Powered by an angry mind
And is refuelled by those I despise

I’ve become what they detest
A delinquent survivalist
Without fear and no regrets
They fucking say

I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal

I must steal
To survive
I must kill
To moralize
Leaving people victimized
Fuels my angst inside

I’m your judge
And your jury
You don’t get
An attorney
With my verdict
Of guilty
An execution in fury

The machine is now alive
To wreak havoc in your lives
There’s no use to hold me back
I am ready to attack

I’ve become what they detest
A delinquent survivalist
Without fear and no regrets
They fucking say

I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal
I am a criminal

What’s coming through is alive.
What’s holding up is a mirror.
But what’s singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They’re both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately.
Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It’s all right.
I don’t mind.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me

(H to the izz O, V to the izz A)
Welcome ladies and gentleman to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow of the century, always timeless…HOV!
Thanks for comin’ out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me
I appreciate that….uh

H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Fa shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V-A
Was herbin’ ’em in the home of the turbans
Got it dirt cheap for them, plus if they was short wit cheese I would work wit ’em
Boy did we? got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn’t born hustler, I was birthin’ ’em
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Fa sheezy my neezy keep my arm so greasy
Can’t leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped they chrome it ain’t easy
Cops wanna knock me, D-A’s wanna box me in
But somehow I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Not guilty, Heigel does not feel me
It’s not real to me therefore he doesn’t exist
So poof, vamoos son of a bitch

H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Fa shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V-A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Not guilty y’all got to feel me
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up (holla at me)

I do this for my culture, to let ’em know what a nigga look like
When a nigga rent a roaster
Show ’em how to move in a room full of vultures
Industry shady it need to be taken over
Label owners hate me I’m raisin the status quo up
I’m over-chargin’ niggas for what they did to the cold crush
Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us
We could talk but money talks so talk mo’ bucks

H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Fa shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V-A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Not guilty y’all got to feel me
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up

Hov is back, life story told through rap
Niggas actin’ like I sold you crack
Like I told you sell drugs, no Hov did that
So hopefully you wouldn’t have to go through that
I was raised in the pro-jects roaches and rats
Smokers out back sellin’ they momma’s sofa
Lookouts on the corner, focused on the Ave.
Ladies in the window focused on the kinfolk
Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand close?
Crack’s in my arm, watchin the long arm of the law
So you know I seen it all before
I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend’s weight
The try and the fail, the two things I hate
Succeed in this rap game the two things that’s great
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
What else can I say about dude I gets busy

H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Fa shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V-A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Not guilty y’all got to feel me
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up

H to the izz O, V to the izz A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A