Lyrics The One - K Rino

The One

Aye, wutssup
Everybody done heard of studio gangsters
But you know what, studio gangster is somebody who talk hard on the record but
they ain’t, they weak in real life
You know they got studio lyricists out here too
People that talk like go hard on the microphone on they records
And then when it’s time to represent it in a battle or just flowin' they can’t
get down like that
But I’mma let y’all boys know that I’m the ONE
They might just lock me up for sound abuse
Bite like a brown recluse, I found a noose
That grips the ground tight enough to break a town a loose
Reached back and slapped you cause you questioned my validity
It took a month for my hand to hit him cause my swing started in Italy
I’m finna diss my nemesis, till he’s removed from the premises
Twisted chemist with brain cells that are limitless
The mic chord strangles, a lifeless corpse dangles
My inner-changeable language hangs with a snake by your ankles
We can do this for fun or we can make bets
I break necks with threats while your cassetts get regurgetated from tape decks
Can’t digest my words the first time, so you rewind
I’ll write a verse across your brain and let the people read your mind
You’re tryna get at me, not knowin my words crushin the South
The style I catch so super sick, it left preachers cussin you out
You stumblin over words that’ll leave your skin crumblin
All they found was his mouth on the ground hoppin' and mumblin'
I’m The One, not the 2 not the 3
I’m the aggravated lyricist straight out of the S.P.C.
(South Park Coalition)
I’m The One, I ain’t the three or the fo'
Y’all get knocked up out the frame tryin to step to K-Rino
Coz I’m The One, not the 2 or the 3
I’m the aggravated lyricist straight out of the S.P.C
Yes I’m The One, not the three or the fo'
Y’all get knocked up out the frame tryin to step to K-Rino
(I love to release with steal?) out hollow fools
My knowledge left scholars bruised
My esophagus rockets fumes solid pools of kinetic acidic molecules
I’m never rattled in hand, lyric or gun battle
I straddle hurds of untamed cattle with one saddle
Dyin from the pain, tried to complain, but see I knew it mane
Once a month I take out my brain and let the fluid drain
Battlin' me is like you and a girlfriend so you resent it
Cause when it comes to either one, yo ass couldn’t last a minute
My lyrics trigger hypnosis and doses of multiple sclerosis
My high explosives infected most with tuberculosis
I slapped men, half of this raps I leave them trapped in
Adapt in any climate, absorbin' oceans with one napkin
I’ll focus, and fill up your stomach with dead locust
The head exploders scare MCs worse than a Red-Notice
Put rappers to work, instead of a check I send them a page
5 lyrics a week is equal to more loot than minimum wage
Now I done witnessed every move plus I done pulled every stunt
They call me period cause I come visit your girlfriend once a month
You keep throwin disses at me fool here’s what your goin to witness
Enough shoes up in yo ass to put Footlocker out of business
Your calculation was way off, your practice didn’t pay off
How the hell you gonna win a ring and you ain’t even much met the playoffs
Erase your name up off the map then start engravin mine
And set yo ass back like a clock, when it’s daylight savings time
When it’s over, all your lil' partners they gonna know you got tossed
You couldn’t handle me if I was a basketball and your name was hot sauce
If I got beef with a grown man Imma say his name clean
I wouldn’t care if you was underground, local or mainstream
I’ll spit 3 raps to make things rehabilitate then relapse
Yo flow is dead, they couldn’t find yo skill with 12 key maps
Style shifty, these fake rappers tryin to be cool with me
His dead relatives comin back warnin him not to fool with me