Ova Here Lyrics - The Mix Tape - Krs One

The real hip hop is ova here 

The real hip hop is ova here 

The real hip hop is ova here 

The real hip hop is ova here 

Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, clear 'em out, clear 'em out, word 

Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't Universal 

Your whole style sounds like a N'Sync commercial 

Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic apparatus 

Challengin' the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch your status 

With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could stop them 

But I got enough albums to make my own top ten 

You limited like the spread of traffic 

You bite my style off the radio 

So when you speak you bet I hear the static 

You better chill out 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 begin to curve indispicuous 

Gotcha, on your hands and knees 

Ain't it about time for some real emcees? 

The real hip hop is ova here 

The real hip hop is ova here 

The real hip hop is ova here 

The real hip hop is ova here 

Uh, we on a hunt tonight 

When you see me comin', I don't front, I fight 

People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about peace 

To say the least, with a violent history 

It ain't no mystery, these rappers wanna get with me 

My people don't see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh 

Stop beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly? 

Well, you can help if you don't exist, huh 

I think it's 'bout time we stop these pop rappers 

Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop does matter to me 

Does it matter to you? My crew 

If it does, you know what the hell to do 

Throw your guns in the air, pump it like, yeah 

Let these bitch ass rappers know we in here 

Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off stage 

Tell 'em KRS told you they at the end of they days 

Let me tell you, let's give hip hop a lift 

And don't buy Nelly's album on June twenty fifth 

That'll send a message back to all 'em sellouts 

House nigga rapper, your bottom done fell out 

You don't even know how 

I told you I wasn't talkin' about you then 

But I'm talkin' about you now 

Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one goes right through 

Even St. Louis don't like you