Lyrics The One - K-Rino

Aye, whatssup'...
Everybody done heard of studio gangstas...
But you know what?
Studio gangstas, that's somebody who talk like they hard on the record, but then they weak in real life!
You know, they got studio lyricists out here too!
People that talk like they go hard on the microphone, on they records!
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 aloose!
Reached back and slapped you, cause you questioned my validity!
It took a month for my hand to hit him, cuz' my swing started in Italy!
I'm finnin'-a-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 interchangeable language, hangs with a snake, bit by your ankles!
We can do this for fun, or we can make bets!
I break necks with threats!
While your cassettes, 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 two, not the three!
I'm the aggravated lyricist, straight out the S.P.C.!
I'm, 'THE ONE', I ain't the three, or the four!
Y'all get knocked up out the frame, tryin' to step to K-Rino!
Cuz' I'm, 'THE ONE', not the two, or the three!
I'm the aggravated lyricist, straight out the S.P.C.!
Yes I'm, 'THE ONE', not the three, or the four!
Y'all get knocked up out the frame, tryin' to step to K-Rino!

I 'carry no', up and 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 main'!
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; cuz' when it comes to either one, yo' ass couldn't last a minute!
My lyrics trigga' hypnosis, and doses, of multiple sclerosis!
My high explosives, infected throats, with tuberculosis!
I slap men!
Hazardous raps, I leave em' 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, you scared MC's worse, than a Red Notice!
Put rappers to work!
Instead of a check, I send em' a page!
Five lyrics a week, is equal to mo' loot, than minimum wage!

Cuz' I'm, 'THE ONE', not the two, not the three!
Aggravated lyricist, straight out that S.P.C.!
Yeah i'm, 'THE ONE', i'm not the three, not the four!
Y'all get knocked up out the frame, tryin' to step to K-Rino!
Yes I'm, 'THE ONE', I aint' the two, or the three!
The aggravated lyricist, straight out that S.P.C.!
Yeah I'm, 'THE ONE', i'm not the three, or the four!
Y'all get knocked up out the frame, tryin' to step to K-Rino!

Now, I done witnessed every move, plus I done pulled every stunt!
They call me period, cuz' 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!
The calculations was way off!
Your practice didn't pay off, how the hell you gonna win a ring, and you ain't even much make 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 three raps!
To make things rehabilitate, then relapse; yo' flow is dead, they couldn't find yo' skill with twelve 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!

Cuz' I'm, 'THE ONE', i'm not the two, or the three!
I'm the aggravated lyricist, reppin' that S.P.C.!
I'm, 'THE ONE', not the three, or the four!
Y'all get knocked up out the frame, tryin' to step to K-Rino!
Cuz' I'm, 'THE ONE', I aint' the two, or the three!
Aggravated lyricist, reppin' S.P.C.!
Yes I'm, 'THE ONE', i'm not the three, or that four!
Y'all get knocked up out the frame, tryin' to step to K-Rino!
And thats it!...

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