Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The One, artist - Reks. Album song Grey Hairs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Brick, Show Off
Song language: English
The One |
Yo, you gotta turn you volume all the way up on this one |
(This is for the people!) |
You are now listening to the sounds of the one |
Reks. |
Statik Selektah |
This gon' get a lot of people offended |
As if I give a fuck |
I am not a racist, but I do not believe in equality |
Nigga, spic, honky, follow me |
Now that I got your attention, bitch you can swallow me |
I can give a fuck if you get offended, I gotta speak |
Nigga this, nigga that, first learn a nigga’s facts |
This entire country been built on black people’s backs |
This entire country been built on black people’s backs |
This entire country been built on black people’s backs |
I am not homophobic, but I do not believe in you faggots |
Stay in the closet, Catholic priest maggot |
Elton John habits, raised with Bert and Ernie in bathtubs |
Scrubbing each other’s backs, that’s ass-backwards |
Parents teaching they kids like R. Kelly and Jackson |
Bitches flaunting bellies cause tight shirts' the fashion |
Where the fuck is the guidance, the education, the passion? |
Where the fuck is the guidance, the education, the passion? |
I am not a gangsta, but I do not believe that you pop shells |
Cook coke, bag hoes, got mil’s |
What have we learned from all the rappers who got killed? |
All of this commotion in rap, most of it’s not real |
Ain’t even been on the block as much as you on the block |
But we be off the block moment that we had a deal |
Said we be off the block moment that we had a deal |
Said we be off the block (ONE! ONE! ONE! ONE!) |
I am no politician and I do not believe in our government |
'Bout Saddam or where Osama went |
We know where the soldiers are, still we keep pouring on |
Pouring more dead bodies on the dead bodies |
And instead of hearing sorry we get four more years |
Of the Bush family killing, ignoring our tears |
When Diddy said, «vote or die», Jada asked the question «why?» |
We sat and watched our brothers fall like Ray Charles did |
I am not a rapist, still I believe you can be touched |
Get held down and then get crushed |
Robbery expert, believe this a stick-up |
Murder the opposition, diverging the competition |
The middle finger still up, fuck the world |
Life’s a bitch, I feel cause my bottles half empty |
I have not the energy for enemies and such |
Half this industry washed up, the other half suck |
I am not the unsigned hype, I’m the unsigned five mics |
I’m two knocks, look dice, these are the right price |
People, I breathe light |
The ressurection of two Bigs, one Pac, one Christ |
I am not the devil |
I’m speaking from beneath his level tryin' to reach the sunshine like Icarus |
Flow still ridiculous, whole click is syndacite |
Spit sentences infinite, to the death |
Who am I? |
Who am I? |
I’m the one |