| Once they put the microphone in my hand I be rippin' it
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| A vet I bet I get away if I’m in a predicament
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| I’ve been a winner when I’m on a roll then I’m ineffable
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| I lock into a beat and get in deep and never let it go
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| Bringing the intellect hit a rhythm in the neck
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| In effect, I can send 'em any venom when I wreck
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| I’m one in a mil no run of the mill renegade
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| Trained in the pen of Mark Twain and Hemingway
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| Now, that’s a little bit of literary littering
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| A hint at how I pick out any word I’ll be considering
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| A technical attack when I go to bat ain’t no holding back
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| When I’m rhyming I’m a living rap almanac
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| Entering the club to rip that vicinity
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| With magnanimity, dispatch an enemy
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| Battered with blows from indefatigable patterns of flows
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| None of my foes should combat or oppose
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| I’m riding high like I’m on a brontosaurus
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| I’m the paragon of a non-conformist
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| I thrive from the verse 'til I’m on the chorus
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| Come in for my live performance (watch!)
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| I get it in, earn a dividend giving men Ritalin
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| And I’m gonna win in the bitter end
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| That’s what you have to learn the class adjourned
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| But I returned packing the power of a pachyderm
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| I talk all that mess when I go defeat a candidate
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| All access and I never need a laminate
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| They’re begging me to handle it I had to take a vow
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| That a wack show wouldn’t be allowed, any crowd
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| That I’m ever gonna rock, I’m’a get 'em hot
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| Put 'em in a pot until they’re down with us
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| Staying hungry, take it from me I may never rake in money
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| Making funky music is a must, I’m number ONE!
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| Making funky music is a must, I’m number one!
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| 1 for the money 1 of a kind 1 time for your mind
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| 1 comes second to none
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| For once, I ain’t the 1 I’m the 1 and only 1
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| And all I need is 1 mic sounds nice check 1
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| Yo, jam it on the 1 son, you a shook 1 love
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| Here’s how the west was 1 nation under
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| Once upon a 1 o’clock jump with KRS
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| 1 for all, you can call the 1−800 number
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| (1) that’s how man lives you’ve been given
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| (1) that’s how many graves they’ll be digging
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| I had to begin to get at it again with a pad and a pen
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| And I rap with a grin in a battle I’m winning
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| (1) time you go around this block
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| (1) shot before the lights go off
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| Forget about the critic and the bitter little cynic
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| I don’t ever wanna mimic how you talk I’m number ONE! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Number One , by - Andy Cooper. Song from the album Room to Breathe: The Free LP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп