Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One for One, artist - K Rino. Album song Skillz Collection Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.06.2014
Record label: Black Book - SoSouth
Song language: English
One for One |
Yeah* |
Look around you boy |
All your homies are gone |
Yeah they was standing right there but they gone |
I don’t know what happen to em |
Ha, ha, one minute they was standing there the next minute they were gone |
There was about two hundred of em |
So now it’s just me and you |
One on one |
Let’s have a one on one contest in front of the masses |
To see who can snatch whose spirit from the body the fastest |
Rhymes miraculously put off unbelievable stunts |
Like a bullet that hits eleven parts in your body at once |
I give you hell with unmatchable skills that I pervell with |
Infect ya brain cells with an idiopathic element |
Words orbit the earth causing our position to forfeit |
Rappers commit suicide for my conscience by jumping off it |
Appalled by these frauds who be breaking through the cored |
Mighty weapons I show to y’all aim and unloaded em all |
Y’all not hearing me con-clearly be the theory of conspiracy |
You like a transvestite, you ain’t what’chu appear to be |
Lyrically athletic, I jump with a beat’s put |
A millipede with human legs to the Jordan on each foot |
Less spark come in my mind, you won’t make it too far |
You get lost like anorexic titties and a double D bra |
I can release ten-thousand folks for every line spoke |
With a slammer that blaze horizontally large in my throat |
In a savage bout you drop when we lyrically jab it out |
The backwards magician who pulls a head out of a rabbit’s mouth |
I stay in motion when I pause, stop perfection in my laws |
I bit down hard, and lock the hemisphere inside my jaws |
My dilating bars are impossible to copy |
One verbal drop of me can over fertilize the whole hobby |
Ya skill was money mine would be the same as Bill Gate’s |
Yours would be equalled to the wages of a waitress |
The true condition only the doctor and nurse knows |
Ya greatest work would make the bottom of the list of my worse flows |
I’d greased you with a speech till I leave my brand on |
And defeat you like I cut off them thangs you stand on |
So your fifty-thousand miles in the air one hand strong |
Snatch the earth from under you, so it’s nothing to land on |
You might as well oblige, by the time you apologize |
My guys be on your insides already full canonized |
I considered it a crime to try to confront in mind |
I got more killer lines than a jail cafeteria at lunch time |
Hope that rhyme you set against me wasn’t supposed to offend |
Your career is like the letter M real close to the N (yeah) |
You approach me just stop bragging broaching and win |
Until I spit a tighter way to write off most of your kin |
I find pages ripped out of my folder for cover to cover (what's up) |
My old rhymes and my new rhymes keep battling each other |
I put the planet on pause when I wanna conserve energy |
Cosmic enteritis listening to me or bending me inventively |
Won’t wait to kill ya offspring after you breathe |
I’ll cut to the chase and abort your ability to conceive |
Me being less than the greatest you don’t truthfully believe |
Sentence you to never breathe and no reprieve will be received |