Luyện nghe bài hát One By One (Revamped) *

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

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

the tron, Eon the phenom
I'm on par rap czars
Fascist
Dick Starbuck and I'm playin' Space

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was in this life form wit basic essentials
Like screamin' over cats' rhymes like they instrumentals
mics, in front of my following
You shit insides out and go barefoot wallowing

Swallowing, crosses, I'm nauseous
Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, dental
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 needles in your third eye
Wild shit this comes from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in Serbia said there's more

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

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

You in the wrong
You in the time
You with the wrong
Peddlers, false poets get done
Every morning, every

When the weakest of the steps it up
You might come complete a lot of bullshit
legendary tales as opposed to clones
They like versions of Indiana Jones

[Unverified] lost, Temple of the chorus
Goin' out the Last Crusade against the Source
You know my name like the blonde flame clone it
What opponents? Those are 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
on the Tidybowl man, left his boat
Left him fuckin' drownin' in the trek that I

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

You in the wrong
You in the time
You with the wrong
Smut Peddlers, poets 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, every

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