Songtext Hush KRS-One

Hush

f/ Nyce (The Breeze Team)

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

Uh-huh, whatchu thoughtà!
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, whatchu thoughtà
Uhh, uhh, uhh

Yo, yo, back again!What's that?
Back again!
What's that?Word!C'mon

[Chorus 2
X: Nyce]
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!

[KRS-One]
Yo, yo, yo, check it, check it

Let us begin, KRS, winnin again, KRS-One did it again
KR
S 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

[
Chorus 2
X: Nyce]
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!

[KRS-One]
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, K-R-S
Woo-woop-woop!That's the sound of E-M-S
The rag on your head, it best stay white

Cause I can turn that red in a mintue a-ightà

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

[
Chorus: Nyce]
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!

[KRS-One]
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 Foxxx
The knowledge I spit to the click it don't stop

That hardcore God-core, 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

[
Chorus: Nyce]
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!