The One - K Rino

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