Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Of A Kind, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song God Loves Ugly, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.04.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
One Of A Kind |
I’m different because I respect my audience and I don’t yell at them… |
And I’m special because I respect my audience… (Guy in crowd: YA!) |
SHUT THE FUCK UP! |
The way she listen to what the MC said |
She might as well plug the RCA cords into her head |
Taking that into consideration, at the center of creation |
Cats still criticize my frustration raps |
Well off he goes, come and cop some flows |
Cross your toes in hopes that I don’t climb you like an obstacle |
Mission Impossible, fishin’in the kitchen sink |
Ya’ll’ll fall for anything so what you think this kid’ll bring? |
Poker face, let me hold my place, the name’s sake (?) Slug |
But you? |
You can call me so (?) grace |
Open invitation to catch today’s ejaculation |
All across the front of your pretty little apron (Bitch) |
This goes to those that wanna mouthful of Sean’s load |
Thanks for startin’now you’re barkin’down the wrong road |
Sacrifice plays a part in grabbin’mics from now till the afterlife |
I’ll continue, pass (?) it like I love this fuckin’whore with all my heart |
And ain’t nobody gonna stop me from doin’my part |
It gave me life, it saved me life, it raised me right |
So slideshow decide (slide shoulder side), and please hand over that mic |
Who am I? |
One of a kind |
Send em’one at time |
You’re all the same |
Only separate by kick snares and names |
Some of ya’ll even share the same names |
So fuck you and your lies baby show no shame |
So point a finger at the sucker that’s havin’a good summer |
Ain’t got no bread, no wheat, no Wonder |
But I got the phone number to this weakness I know |
Who can put me back together, make me feel whole |
So take me apart, try to break me down |
And spend all you got just to hate the clown |
You can fake the frown, imitate the sound |
Underworld, worldwide, wide world of underground |
It goes one little, two little, three little indie rap |
Headphones, backpack, watch em’all piggy back |
Switch up my styles, they all complain but see |
Which kids next year sound the same as me! |
The same shit, yesterday was like today |
Only difference is I trust even less of what you say |
But all in all, I still make the noise |
I still break the toys, I still hate your voice |
I still say, Fuck a major label till it limps! |
Put your deal upon our table and we’ll show you who’s the pimp |
There is no sympathy for the careless |
Fuck the extra credit, and fuck the demerits |
Class dismissed |
One of a kind |
Send em’one at time |
You’re all the same |
Only separate by kick snares and names |
Some of ya’ll even share the same names |
So fuck you and your lies baby show no shame |
What is this? |
Who am I? |
One of a kind, one at a time… |
So fuck you and your lies baby show no shame |