🎵 Fossil Hunter - Part 1 🎤 Killa H 💿 Genre: West Coast Hip Hop ABOUT THIS SONG "Fossil Hunter - Part 1" is Killa H's championship-fight comedy battle, the King of Rap against the King of Dinosaurs. A booming ring announcer opens with jungle ambience and roars, introducing both heavyweights like a prize fight sixty-six million years in the making. The first verse turns a fossil dig into a showdown, with Killa H roasting the giant for its long nap, its massive feet, and, most of all, its tiny arms. The second round piles on the punchlines over boom bap drums and brass stabs, with beat stops timed for maximum disrespect. Between rounds, crowd chants and a stomping call-and-response hook keep the arena on its feet. Then the bridge delivers the knockout: the dinosaur gets its turn on the mic and simply can't reach it. The final verse is a victory lap, and the outro crowns a winner by decision while the beaten king lets out one last wounded roar.
Lyrics
[Intro] LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Sixty-six million years in the making! Two kings! One microphone! AND ABSOLUTELY NO REFUNDS! [Intro] IN THIS CORNER! Armed with a microphone, And an ego the size of the Jurassic Period! KILLA H! THE KING OF RAP! [Crowd cheers] [Intro] AND IN THE OTHER CORNER! Eight tons of prehistoric attitude! Sixty-six million years of unresolved anger! TYRANNOSAURUS REX! THE KING OF DINOSAURS! [T. rex roars] [Spoken] Man, somebody get this lizard a breath mint! [Crowd erupts] [Verse 1] Stepped in the dirt with my boots and my hat, Lookin' for fossils, now I'm dealin' with THAT! Big ol' teeth and a prehistoric stare, King of the jungle? Man, you ain't even got hair! You got the roar, but I got the rhyme, You been underground for a whole lotta time! Sixty-six million, that's a serious nap, Now you woke up just to get beat by rap! You got big feet, yeah, I give you respect, But them little-bitty arms? What'd you expect? Tryna hold the mic, but you can't get near, Somebody bring a ladder and a volunteer! [Pre-Chorus] KING OF RAP! (HEY!) KING OF BONES! (HEY!) ONE GOT BARS! ONE JUST GROANS! KING OF RAP! (HEY!) KING OF REX! (HEY!) WHO'S GONNA WIN? PLACE YOUR BETS! [Chorus] FOSSIL HUNTER! DIG IT UP! DIG IT UP! BIG BAD LIZARD BETTER BACK IT UP! FOSSIL HUNTER! ROCK THAT GROUND! KING OF THE DINOSAURS GOIN' DOWN! FOSSIL HUNTER! BONES AND STONE! SIXTY-SIX MILLION YEARS— SHOULDA STAYED HOME! [Breakdown] DING! DING! DING! ROUND ONE! [Verse 2] Yo, Rex! You call yourself a king? What kind of royal can't pick up a thing? You got a big mouth, but you can't throw hands, I'm the only king here with actual fans! You stomp around like you own this place, With them tiny little arms and that angry face! You got a bite that'll break a tree, But you can't even give yourself a high five, G! [Spoken] You call yourself a king? Man, you can't even throw hands! [T. rex roars louder] [Spoken] DON'T GET SHORT WITH ME! [One-second silence, crowd explodes with laughter] [Spoken ] OH! THE DISRESPECT! [Chorus] FOSSIL HUNTER! DIG IT UP! DIG IT UP! BIG BAD LIZARD BETTER BACK IT UP! FOSSIL HUNTER! ROCK THAT GROUND! KING OF THE DINOSAURS GOIN' DOWN! FOSSIL HUNTER! BONES AND STONE! SIXTY-SIX MILLION YEARS— SHOULDA STAYED HOME! [Bridge] THE CHALLENGER WILL NOW DELIVER HIS RESPONSE! [T. rex roars] SOMEBODY HAND THE DINOSAUR A MICROPHONE! [Footsteps, shuffling, T. rex growls in frustration] [Spoken] Wait... Can he... Can he reach it? [Spoken — Killa H, laughing] NAH, MAN! HE CAN'T REACH THE MIC! [DJ record scratch] [Spoken] THE T. REX JUST LOST A RAP BATTLE BECAUSE HE CAN'T REACH THE MICROPHONE! [Crowd erupts] [Final Verse] I came for a fossil, I left with a crown, Made a big bad dinosaur sit right down! He got them teeth, but I got them bars, Put a prehistoric king behind bars! No meteor needed, no asteroid flight, Just one little microphone ended the fight! You can shake the earth, you can scare the crew, But you can't spit a verse if the mic can't reach you! [Final Chorus] FOSSIL HUNTER! DIG IT UP! DIG IT UP! BIG BAD LIZARD BETTER BACK IT UP! FOSSIL HUNTER! ROCK THAT GROUND! KING OF THE DINOSAURS GOIN' DOWN! FOSSIL HUNTER! BONES AND STONE! SIXTY-SIX MILLION YEARS— SHOULDA STAYED HOME! [Outro] LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE HAVE A WINNER! BY UNANIMOUS DECISION! THE KING OF RAP! KILLA H! [Outro] AND LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... WE HAVE A... PREHISTORIC... EMOTIONAL DAMAGE EVENT! [T. rex lets out one final furious roar] [Outro] Man, don't look at me! I didn't make your arms! [Record scratch, end]
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