Hush
Acclimate V.1 Lyrics


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Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Uh-huh, we was done?
Uh-huh, whatchu thought?! Yeah, yeah
Yeah, whatchu thought? Uhh, uhh, uhh
Yo, yo, back again! What's that? Back again!
What's that? Word! see'mon
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, K-are-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-ight?
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 want to 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
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!

Overall Meaning

The song "Hush" by Acclimate V.1 is a powerful commentary on the nature of true toughness in a society that often glamorizes violence and aggression. The lyrics are a rebuke of those who equate physical trappings like skully hats, army suits, Timbs, and gats with being a real thug. According to Acclimate V.1, a real thug is someone who keeps quiet and acts with discretion, rather than seeking to put on a show of violence or intimidation. The song also reflects on the role of KRS-One as a pioneer and teacher in the world of hip hop, and how his knowledge and experience have helped him achieve lasting respect and influence.


The recurring refrain of "Hush" emphasizes the idea that real toughness is not about loudly boasting or threatening, but rather about remaining calm and collected even in the face of danger. The verses contrast this with the image of fake thugs who try to look tough by wearing the "right" clothes or accessories, but who lack the true strength of character that comes from self-reflection and control. Throughout the song, Acclimate V.1 draws on his own experiences and references hip hop legends like KRS-One and Big Pun to emphasize the importance of staying true to oneself and not being swayed by external pressures or trends.


One of the most interesting aspects of "Hush" is the way it plays with the conventions of hard-edged hip hop while subverting them at the same time. The beat and production have a gritty, streetwise quality that is very much in keeping with the genre, but the lyrics themselves are more reflective and introspective than one might expect. Acclimate V.1 eschews the usual braggadocio and boasts in favor of a more thoughtful and nuanced commentary on what it means to be a man in a world that often rewards violence and aggression. The result is a powerful and thought-provoking track that will resonate with hip hop fans and anyone who cares about social justice and personal integrity.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Uh-huh, we was done?
Are you surprised that we are back? Did you think we were finished?


Uh-huh, whatchu thought?! Yeah, yeah
Were you really sure that we couldn't do this again? Yes we can.


Yeah, whatchu thought? Uhh, uhh, uhh
Were you expecting us to give up so easily? We are here to stay, stronger than ever.


Yo, yo, back again! What's that? Back again!
Here we are again, back to drop some dope rhymes. What's that sound? It's us, back again!


A North Face and skully hat don't MAKE YOU A THUG
Wearing a North Face jacket and a skully hat is not enough to make you a thug.


A army suit, a pair of Timbs don't MAKE YOU A THUG
Dressing up in an army suit and a pair of Timbs does not make you a thug.


An ill mug and a gat don't MAKE YOU A THUG
Having a mean mug and carrying a gun does not make you a thug.


A real thug is a thug that's HUSH!
A true thug is someone who doesn't have to flaunt their toughness, they let their actions speak for themselves.


Let us begin, KRS, winnin again, KRS-One did it again
Let's get started. KRS-One is back and he's winning again.


KRS bigger than them, look at them they bit it again
KRS-One is bigger than the competition and they can't help but copy him.


I think my gun just gonna start clickin again
I'm getting so hyped up that my gun might start clicking (as if it wants to shoot).


Click-clack, I always spit back
I'm ready to fire back with my rhymes, just like my gun.


Anybody call my name I go get that
If someone is talking smack about you, just let me know and I'll take care of it.


In fact we draggin 'em out, to a deserted route
In fact, we're going to take the haters and critics out to a deserted area to handle things once and for all.


The teacher returns, you must learn, the word is out
KRS-One is back to teach us all a lesson, so sit down and listen up.


No doubt highly respected, Front Page Records
We are highly respected in the music industry, especially by Front Page Records.


Off the hook, yet still connected
We're off the hook and doing our own thing, but still keeping in touch with our roots and connections.


Are you teachin yourself, teachin yourself?
Are you learning from yourself? Do you really know what you're talking about?


I'm like history repeatin itself
I'm reminiscent of the greats who came before me and made history.


"Criminal Minded", you've been blinded again
People keep copying the same style and sound from "Criminal Minded" and they are not original.


Lookin for my style you can't find it again
People are still searching for my unique style, but they can't seem to find it anywhere else.


You can find these others that may sound like Kris
You can find other rappers who try to sound like KRS-One, but they never measure up.


but when it comes to the hands they don't get down like Kris!
But when it comes to rapping and throwing punches, they don't have what it takes to be like KRS-One!


They never ran up in the clubs with a hundred thugs
These other rappers have never had the guts to run up in the clubs with a hundred other homies.


Never had the respect of Crips and Bloods
They never had the respect of Crip and Blood gangs.


Never knew B.O., they never knew Big Pun
They don't even know B.O. or Big Pun, they're out of the loop.


They never battled MC's, they never bust they gun
They've never been involved in real battles or had to pull out their guns like I have.


They don't know that, all they know is that show DAT
They don't really know anything about the struggles of being a true rapper, all they care about is putting on a show.


That's Digital Audio Tape if you don't know that
This might be hard to understand for some of you, but DAT stands for Digital Audio Tape.


Now go back and get my name correct
Don't mess up my name, make sure you get it right from now on.


'fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck
If you keep slipping up, I'll take away your platinum record and overpriced jewelry.


A doo rag a platinum chain don't MAKE YOU A THUG
Just because you wear a doo rag and a platinum chain doesn't mean you're a thug.


A fat ride with chrome don't MAKE YOU A THUG
Just because you drive a fancy car with chrome rims doesn't mean you're a thug.


That tough guy talk don't MAKE YOU A THUG
Just because you talk tough doesn't mean you're a thug.


What mean the world to me? H-I-P, H-O-P
Hip hop means everything to me, it's my life and passion.


And S-I-M, O-N-E
And Simon (his friend or fellow DJ).


And G-O-D, I stay low key
And God (whom he keeps private about his relationship with).


I go down to hell, and slap up Satan
I fearlessly go to the worst places to fight against the Devil himself.


Then return to heaven, where Scott LaRock is waitin
After battling the Devil, I'm going to heaven where my friend and DJ Scott LaRock is waiting for me (Scott passed away before this song was released).


Resurrection, just like my brown complexion
Just like my brown skin, I am back to life again and again.


when I speak, I don't need protection from the heat
When I rhyme, I don't need any protection because my words speak for themselves and are hot enough to fight back.


I walk these streets and I'm quick to hit first
I am not afraid to go anywhere or mess with anyone. In fact, I'll strike first if need be.


Throw on any beat I'll be quick to spit first
I'm confident enough in my skills that I'll take on any beat and spit my verse first.


and rip town, I take one look around
I am quick to take over any city and take a look around at my surroundings.


And all you hear is, "Get down, get down, get down!"
Without fail, every time I step into a city, everyone knows it and they are quick to bow down.


Knowledge Reigns Supreme, I stay on blast
Intellectual prowess will always be the most important thing, I stay at the forefront of the scene.


That's why these rappers want me to go on last
That's why other rappers always ask me to go last in a show, they know my skills can't be beaten.


That's the truth, that's the fact, that's the deal
That's just the way it is, no need to sugarcoat it or deny it.


Forget sex appeal, my tech is real
I don't need to rely on looks or sex appeal to sell my music, my techinical skill is what's real and important.


And my rep is real, K-are-S
My reputation is solid and true, KRS-One represents that real hip hop culture.


Woo-woop-woop! That's the sound of E-M-S
That's the sound of the emergency response team. (might not be confident on this one)


The rag on your head, it best stay white
If you wear a rag on your head, you better make sure it stays white or else you'll face the consequences.


Cause I can turn that red in a mintue a-ight?
I can easily turn that white rag on your head red in just one minute, if need be.


'fore I snatch them diamonds from 'round your neck
Or I could also just take your bling and diamonds from around your neck before you know it.


Once again, get my name correct
I'm reminding you again, get my name right or face the consequences.


To all my heads who want to see an improvement
This one's for all my fans who are tired of seeing bad hip hop, they want to see improvement.


in hip-hop culture, join this movement
If you're one of those people, join this movement towards making hip hop culture better.


We need more glocks than my man Freddie Foxxx
To make a real change in hip hop culture, we need more than just Freddie Foxxx's voice or gun.


The knowledge I spit to the click it don't stop
I continue to spit knowledge and my followers continue to listen as they seek to improve hip hop culture.


That hardcore God-core, ready to start war
We're ready for a war, even if it means bringing God with us, the true meaning of God-core rap.


Rock more shock more top your pop tour
We're out here rocking and shocking people, topping all the popular music tours out there.


I'm sure I'll drop the grade to zero
I have no doubts that I can take someone's weak rhymes and drop their grade from an A+ to a zero.


When the teacher return, I don't chase DeNiro
When a true teacher returns, they don't just go after money and fame like actors (like DeNiro).


Like where yo? Where yo? They livin in fear yo
Rappers who are afraid to improve the culture are nowhere to be found, they're in hiding.


It's a jungle sometime, but I got my spear yo
Hip hop culture can be tough and scary sometimes, but I'm always ready to fight back and defend myself with my own "spear" (skills).


The album's called "Sneak Attack", that's what it is
The album I'm promoting is called "Sneak Attack", that's what it is and it's going to change the game.


KRS-One spittin facts to kids
KRS-One is out here spitting truth to the younger generation who need to know the real story behind hip hop culture.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: RONNIE JACKSON, LARRY NIX, ISAAC CARREE, QUINNES PARKER, FREDRICK PARKER

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