Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Man Arsenal, artist - Edan. Album song Primitive Plus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Lewis
Song language: English
One Man Arsenal |
This one’s goin out. |
to the. |
pretty people |
Yo, check it out |
My Main Source throws a Wild Pitch to Organize nuff Konfusion |
For your Hollywood Basics, folly to face |
Your Trolleys can take you to the various parts of town |
But you’ll never reach the section of the brain that starts the sound |
That is heard consequently, cons are sequentially |
Mentally broken into fluids I be quenchin theei |
Thirst for rehearsal, adverb reversal, adverse reverberation |
Plus placement on Earlobe Avenue |
Haven’t you heard, nerd? |
The one man band plans scam for preferred words |
I uplift and blend, persist to send shockwaves |
Octane flocks brains towards the Planet Rock days |
Obtain various platters with vital data |
A spinal splatter easily ceasing the idle chatter |
I’m feasibly seeking to find a plateau |
Passin the last flow, lyrically illogical to astro- |
Physicists, you ask your little clique why |
Your lights came late like the 5th of July |
My fireworks to melt and circumvent your circumstance |
Germs and toys’ll thrust, I’m poisonous like certain plants |
Now all it really is is word-play, so this be recess |
Instead of jungle gyms my tongue’ll tempt them to be fresh |
I reflect to recline and define your defect |
The One Man Arsenal, epitome of respect |
(To make a short story long, just listen up close) |
(I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor) |
(MC in the place gonna give you a dose) |
(Melody arranger, poet, etcetera) |
(With the dynamite blow just for your head) |
(Rock from party to party, backyard to yard) |
(And I hope you can relate to what I just said) |
(I tear it up y’all and bless the mic with the gods) |
Never say a rhyme that’s less than hoopin |
Intelligent, all the girls I’m schtupin' |
This is just a small rap representation |
Down with the universe since the foundation |
Clowns went to Jupiter to beat my sound station |
A beautiful array of cut 'n scratch configurations |
Limitations strictly defined by motivation |
Know your place in the maze when there’s chaos and mayhem |
It’s easy to ace them with a back-in-the-day gem |
Beats in the basement is a worthwhile day spent |
Channeling my energy so children will remember me |
Stealin skill and remedies to thrill and kill the nemesis |
Speech pattern blemishes, refreshin as a reservoir |
Veterans wore gold chains to boost repertoires |
The only link I need is in a word connection |
Serve a fresh one, rhymin in the shower be the best one |
Now rock this beat |
Haha, yeah |
This one is a special dedication to all of you out there |
That can scratch, that can produce |
And that can rock the m-i-c |
You know |
Cause that’s me doin the cats in the background |
The beat I put togtether, you know |
Big up to the TDS Mob |
And then then, you know, the rhymes I’m doin |
I got it all, the complete package |
You can’t fuck with that at all |
All you people out there that can just rhyme, you wanna battle? |
We need to take it to the triathlon |
You need to shut up and bring all that shit to the table |
I’ll take you out one by one, yo |
And I’m out |