Текст песни K-Rino - The One
K-Rino - The One слова песни
[Verse 1]They might just lock me up for sound abuseBite like a brown recluse, I found a noosethat grips the ground tight enough to break a town a looseReach back and smack you cause you questioned my validityIt took a month for my hand to hit him cause my swing started in ItalyI`m finna diss my nemesis, till he`s removed from the premisesI`m a twisted chemist with brain cells that are limitlessThe mic chord strangles, a life of course danglesMy inner-changeable language hangs with a snake by your anklesWe can do this for fun or we can make betsI break necks with threats while your cassetts get regurgetated from tape decksYou can`t digest my words the first time, so you rewindI`ll write a verse across your brain and let the people read your mindYou`re tryna get at me, not knowin my words are crushin the SouthThe style I left so super sick, it left preachers cussin you outYour stumbelin, over my words that will leave your skin crumbelinAll they found was his mouth on the ground hoppin and mumblin... I`m The One![Chorus]I`m The One, not the 2 or the 3I`m the aggravated lyricist straight of the S.P.C. (South Park Coalition)I`m The One, not the three or the fo`Y`all get knocked out of the frame tryin to step to K-Rino[Verse 2]I love to release with steel my hollows foolMy knowledge left scholars bruisedMy esophagus rockets fumes, solid pools of kinetic acidic moleculesI`m never rattled, in hand, lyric or gun battleI strattled hurds of untamed cattle with one sattleDyin from the pain, tried to complain, but see I knew it maneOnce a month I take out my brain and let the fluid drainBattelin me is like you and your girlfriend so you resent itCause when it comes to either one, yo ass couldn`t last a minuteMy lyrics trigger hypnosis and doses of multiple sclerosisMy high exploses infected most with tuberculosisI slap men, half of his raps I leave them trapped inAdapt in any climate, absorbin oceans with one napkinI`ll focus, and set up your stomach with dead locasThe head explosions scares MCs more then a red noticePut rappers to work, instead of a check I send them a page5 lyrics a week is equal to more loot then minimum wage[Chorus][Verse 3]Now I done witnessed every move plus I done pulled every stuntThey call me period cause I come visit your girlfriend once a monthYou keep throwin disses at me and here`s what your goin to witnessEnough shoes up in yo ass to put footlocker out of businessYour calculations were way off, your practice didn`t pay offHow the hell you gonna win a ring and you ain`t even much met the playoffsErase your name off the map and start engravin mineAnd set yo ass back like a clock, when it`s daylight savings timeWhen it`s over, all your partners are gonna know you got tossedYou couldn`t handle me if I was a basketball and your name was hot sauceIf I got beef with a grown man then Imma say his name cleanI wouldn`t care if you were underground, local or mainstreamI`ll spit 3 raps to make things rehabilitate then relapseYo flow is dead, they couldn`t find yo skill with 12 key mapsStyles shifted, these fake rappers tryin to be cool with meHis dead relatives comin back warnin him not to fool with meK-Rino[Chorus]