The One Battle
The One// cat battling to get your stats up//
you know ya whole click got you gassed up//
The One// better take a pill of antacid//
you ain't NEO and u ain't spittin backwards//
The One// K.U.T. y'all crew is just a dream//
y'all could never make it out in reality//
The One// riding Kudos dick so hard//
y'all have become ONE like 2 colors into camoflauge//
The One// better step up his qual-it-ty//
or get charged with forceable sodimy//
The One// fuckin' the game and its reputation//
you ugly enough for the mask but dog u ain't Jason//
The One// Sounding like your balls just dropped//
your late Bow Wow's album already has dropped//
The One// had the brains to step to me//
he must be a love child from the late O.D.B//
The One// representin' Pittsburg P.A.//
but everyone knows the Steel Curtain can't play//
The One// u know this was just warm up//
now its time to get ya frame torn up//The One//(echo)x3
Beat Break....Fade...New Beat
are you ready.....are you ready....
i'm breakin on through to destroy this man//
high as jim morrison with a mic in my hand//
a new game plan, its 4th and 1//
I'll leave the One like a meth-head broke and spun//
you've been out done u can't react or respond//
u spit shitty like u exploaded the john//
pause
u ain't ready little rookie i'm tellin u the truth//
I'm the ABSOLUT like the vodka 80 proof//
u a spoof, a goof, a gimic, diminished//
finished in this game like the CEO of NO LIMIT//
admit it i did it better then u think u could spit it//
the only reason u think u hott is cuz kudos ya critic//
pause
its game over but i ain't LIL Flip//
u rap as well as the waynes look as white chicks//
if u ain't know it that was a wak flick//
if u ain't know it you is a wak bitch//
i don't know why u ever chose to grab a mic//
u flirtin' wit disaster like coppin a speed bike//
keep telling yourself u might be tight//
thats more inconcievable than when Edison first spoke bout light//
why did u quit grade school before u learned how to write//
i'm pimpin' you on this track like my name was Dolomite//
so bitch, u better have my money//
keep your posse on Broadway cuz y'all niggas ain't gully//
you're off the air like agents Moulder and Scully//
you're sick like them KIDS Casper and Telly//
malnurished like african-kids with big bellies//
on the microphone there is nothin you can tell me//
