Luyện nghe bài hát One By One (Revamped) *

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I to a spliff
Light up
Ignite the mic and up

butter shit get melt up
Your mic is on
Needs to be up
Snatch rap belt up

Blaze the tron, Eon the
I'm on par with rap
dictators
Dick Starbuck and I'm playin' Invaders

Standin' so close, made you
Turn your Rap Bible to the false
I been bringin' doom to the
up the bridal

I'll hoch paragraphs, invest in
Fuck you up like Pop Rocks and
Tryin' to be like Mun Chi Chi

Really catch a nut munchin' on deez
Hundreds please, don't make a peep
In 2G it's our word that we keep

You in the wrong
You in the time
You the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, poets get done
One by one, by one by one

You in the wrong
You in the wrong
You with the someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get
morning, every evening

You in the wrong
Seen the stupid look on your
Get done, like Warrick, but never even saw it
Yo Cage em how you go
Inject the raw shit, MC's gonna

I was thrown in this life wit basic essentials
screamin' over other cats' rhymes like they instrumentals
Sacrifice mics, in front of my
You shit your insides out and go wallowing

Swallowing, crosses, I'm nauseous
Fourth the horses, insect lynches, dental flosses
Don't witchcraft, I got a craft which shits
My name stand between MC's like clits

Threw you off the roof 'cuz you thought ass was fly
Till I bungeed off the top and stuck in your third eye
Wild shit like this comes from boredom in my
My cousin in Serbia said there's dead

And even more dead livin' upstate
Middletown New York where young girls and procreate
Call your local up for a fix
If you outta cake, take duct-taped up playmates

You in the wrong
You in the time
You with the someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get
One by one, by one by one

You in the wrong
You in the time
You with the someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get
morning, every evening

When the of the foodchain steps it up
You might complete with a lot of bullshit
Witness legendary as opposed to clones
They like microscopic versions of Indiana

[Unverified] lost, of Doom the chorus
Goin' out like the Crusade against the Source
You know my name like the blonde flame tryin' it
What Those are kids I spit on last year
soaking

Think about the battle you start em
You'd be off with a John Rocker jersey up in Harlem
Shitted on the Tidybowl man, left his
Left him fuckin' in the trek that I quote

I turn your tranquil land into a garden
Eon run through New York Curtis Martin
The shit talker, the litterbug
I'm you little children like a babysitter does

You in the wrong
You in the wrong
You with the someone
Smut Peddlers, false get done
One by one, by one by one

You in the wrong
You in the wrong
You with the someone
Peddlers, false poets get done
Every morning, evening

One by one
One by one
One by one
One by one