Out of the five elements that connect like Voltron to form Hip-Hop, the MC is without a doubt the head. The lyricism and delivery of a hot 16 can do anything from storytell to persuade and in some cases, create mass hysteria.


Over its 40-plus year odyssey, Hip-Hop has made its presence not only felt but respected as a genre of music unlike any other. Through metaphors, entendres and raw spit, a dope MC can make proclaim their dominance from even the highest mountain.

In that collective spirit, TenthLetterMedia and Straight Official Magazine present the HIP-HOP Verse of the Month where each month, we will spotlight bars from some of our favorite MC’s. This month we’re headed across the Mason/Dixon line to check out Big K.R.I.T. and his vicious verse from Mt.Olympus.


While the song itself is one of my favorites from K.R.I.T., it was difficult to narrow down just one of the two verses of the song. After much deliberation, verse one sets this track off amidst the orchestral backdrop that hits you from the jump. K.R.I.T. uses the beginning to address the light that was shined on him from the “Control” track from Kendrick Lamar:

All this attention
I don’t even know what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aw man, I’m more concerned why niggas been textin’ my cell
Callin’ my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shit
That he ain’t even really even diss me on


K.R.I.T goes on to display his lyrical fortitude that in his words was passed up on for the status quo within the industry (trap, bass, molly & drank). He began to tear into recycled artists from the South and the tactics used to mislead fans all while shouting out a pioneer in Southern Hip-Hop:

I ain’t drawn to all this propaganda
Rap shit ’bout as real as Santa
Now I’m lyrical all of the sudden
Well last year they claim they ain’t understand me
I’m buryin’ this (Yeah ho)
And pissin’ on they graves
Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain
And they call me a slave
Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body
In the studio tryna calm your soul
Lookin’ at your manager, I think Krizzle got me
I put you in the trunk with these subwoofers
5th wheel in my shottie
I’m so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible
Page 1, come here son
Mind your manners, just be cool
I know you lame when you was in school
The little fame you ain’t used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class put you off these swords
Like one of these days I’m gonna be a rapper
But all my verses gonna be borrowed
So I’ma take from all these Southern artists
That mainstream never heard of
Recycle all of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up
Bravo for your swagger-jackin’
I’m overwhelmed by your dedication
You actually fooled these people into thinkin’
That your music was innovative
Rap battlin’ never got me out of no public housin’
You tellin’ me I can be King of Hip-Hop
And they wouldn’t give it to Andre 3000?

Krizzle ended this first verse with a revelation unlike any other while quoting himself from another dope track entitled “I Got This”. He then goes into a chorus that continued to blister those who decided to pass the Southern MC by:

Nigga please, this award ain’t got shit to do with us
God could physically come down and say “he the greatest
My favorite, y’all should listen, he have potential
To outlive the heatwave I’ma send through this motherfucker
And rebuild for a whole ‘nother other culture”
And that wouldn’t be enough
So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes
Damn right I still mean that

Check out the video to Mt. Olympus below and stick around for the second verse to see just how difficult it was to narrow this down, and stay tuned with us here at Straight Official Magazine for more Hip-Hop Verses of the Month.

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