Luyện nghe bài hát One By One (Revamped) *

I
I shapeshift to a
myself up
Ignite the mic and up

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

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

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

I'll hoch paragraphs, invest in
Fuck you up Pop Rocks and Coco-Cola
to be cute like Mun Chi Chi

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

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

You in the place
You in the wrong
You with the wrong
Smut Peddlers, false get done
Every morning, every

You in the wrong
Seen the stupid on your face
Get done, Dunn like Warrick, but never saw it
Yo show em how you go
the raw shit, MC's gonna forfeit

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

Swallowing, woodern crosses, I'm
Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, dental
Don't practice witchcraft, I got a craft which
My name stand between MC's lips 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 in my forehead
My cousin in Serbia said there's more

And there's even more livin' upstate
Middletown New York where young and dogs procreate
Call local agent up for a fix
If you cake, I'll take duct-taped up playmates

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

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

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

[Unverified] lost, Temple of the chorus
Goin' out like the Last against the Source
You know my name like the blonde flame tryin' it
What opponents? are kids I spit on last year
Still

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

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

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

You in the place
You in the time
You with the someone
Smut Peddlers, poets get done
Every morning, every

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