One, One, One, One, One, One, One, One
[Chorus:]
Go get it
Olympic gold pendant
We the old tenant
They flow to it
Who the most prolifically in frost with it
Souls get up on it like some silicone tities
Better go get it
Before these pantyhose critics
They back birds like? Bo Ritic you dope british?
The whole Hiero? collition? is no gimmick
These photogenic flaws then lost me home skillet
[Verse 1: Opio]
See I never trip cause my shit is more original
Cut a chicken neck like trillville or kill bill
They twist a pimple while I'm poppin with the pistol
Cops blowin on they whistle, Vicky sticky as a fizzle
Squiggle and wobblin? girai?
Her mind stayed a slave to my mic control, a blind face
My methods slide like a tunnel
That had climbed the subterranean
Back of ya brain
That stayed in the remain of your reflection
Puffin on my medicine
To perfection
Any questions, listen closely
Shinin like my grand pappy's old school go to
Glimmin like my Aunt Patty's black caddy's modes do
I'm a lap 'em well, your woman control you
Not in and out of cause I keep my composure
Delectable dosure, I'm smokin in the pole pit
Legalizin shit, east Oakland the culprit
[Verse 2: Phesto]
Yea, I hopped out the turbo jet
Turtle neck in turbo stand
Earned from the table turf with dirty workin hands
Circumstance historia, tables still turnin
And I still leave MC's six feet beneath the eternal bed
Off the turkish hands
Five standers murmurin and I'm murderin the mas with critical mass
See them hurricane
Land a storm thicker and I'm quicker than lightning
Strike twice, my device is sicker than
Knock 'em out like Mickey fear
Shuffle 'em like icky woods with the sticky good in the dickie hood
Call for control
Femur's biggie
Ball sucking tax money from Biloxi Missisippi
A war means perish they short on more fiends, syringes
To busy, change in the fortism in the tender loin still got fiends
They was overseas over anything to see the sittin boys put up oil
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tajai]
My mass in precision of a mathematician
Fags insistin on graspin my diction
Put your hands up on this one, yea it's in the missin
The classes you skip mean you lack the essentials
24 years deep that's a tradition
These stacks in edition or raps in the kitchen
Spice rack is expensive, recipe simple
Gimme the track or ride pad in a pencil
Rap like cats nigga stand at attention
Weak span is a fiction
Don't you go the distance
Hoes sees the difference, you OG's are niggas
MC's be bitches they go PB Silly
Robusts when I bust?, flow beef? be pimpin
Do it for the rush, that's what keep me spittin
If the planet spinnin, then I'm gettin of in it
If I set it then I'm in it, F*ck if you off in it
[Verse 4: A-Plus]
I got stripes, yea I got stripes
Don't ever get me twisted with these 5 by lights
Think twice before you try my nikes
Do the math, you don't even know the half of what my lifes like
Love them straight women, even I like Dike
Hey corny rappers thinkin that they fly like kites
When twilights strikes, then my might likes
Great raps that had me on your mind like lice
Irritatin this shit, you imitatin the chick
I bet when you were runnin away, niggaz takin your whip
Your ex-girl, man, hit me straight in the lip
And then you snitch put him in prison facin the grip
I bet you need a woozie just to get you a groupie
My partner in a? ruba? now her mama feelin sue ya
Rap that about me, that's a problem in the future
I got a big ass crew and I can introduce ya
One, One, One, One, One, One, One, One
[Chorus]
Souls Of Mischief - One Lyrics
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One, One, One, One, One, One, One, One
[Chorus:]
Go get it
Olympic gold pendant
We the old tenant
They flow to it
Who the most prolifically in frost with it
Souls get up on it like some silicone tities
Better go get it
Before these pantyhose critics
They back birds like? Bo Ritic you dope british?
The whole Hiero? collition? is no gimmick
These photogenic flaws then lost me home skillet
[Verse 1: Opio]
See I never trip cause my shit is more original
Cut a chicken neck like trillville or kill bill
They twist a pimple while I'm poppin with the pistol
Cops blowin on they whistle, Vicky sticky as a fizzle
Squiggle and wobblin? girai?
Her mind stayed a slave to my mic control, a blind face
My methods slide like a tunnel
That had climbed the subterranean
Back of ya brain
That stayed in the remain of your reflection
Puffin on my medicine
To perfection
Any questions, listen closely
Shinin like my grand pappy's old school go to
Glimmin like my Aunt Patty's black caddy's modes do
I'm a lap 'em well, your woman control you
Not in and out of cause I keep my composure
Delectable dosure, I'm smokin in the pole pit
Legalizin shit, east Oakland the culprit
[Verse 2: Phesto]
Yea, I hopped out the turbo jet
Turtle neck in turbo stand
Earned from the table turf with dirty workin hands
Circumstance historia, tables still turnin
And I still leave MC's six feet beneath the eternal bed
Off the turkish hands
Five standers murmurin and I'm murderin the mas with critical mass
See them hurricane
Land a storm thicker and I'm quicker than lightning
Strike twice, my device is sicker than
Knock 'em out like Mickey fear
Shuffle 'em like icky woods with the sticky good in the dickie hood
Call for control
Femur's biggie
Ball sucking tax money from Biloxi Missisippi
A war means perish they short on more fiends, syringes
To busy, change in the fortism in the tender loin still got fiends
They was overseas over anything to see the sittin boys put up oil
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tajai]
My mass in precision of a mathematician
Fags insistin on graspin my diction
Put your hands up on this one, yea it's in the missin
The classes you skip mean you lack the essentials
24 years deep that's a tradition
These stacks in edition or raps in the kitchen
Spice rack is expensive, recipe simple
Gimme the track or ride pad in a pencil
Rap like cats nigga stand at attention
Weak span is a fiction
Don't you go the distance
Hoes sees the difference, you OG's are niggas
MC's be bitches they go PB Silly
Robusts when I bust?, flow beef? be pimpin
Do it for the rush, that's what keep me spittin
If the planet spinnin, then I'm gettin of in it
If I set it then I'm in it, F*ck if you off in it
[Verse 4: A-Plus]
I got stripes, yea I got stripes
Don't ever get me twisted with these 5 by lights
Think twice before you try my nikes
Do the math, you don't even know the half of what my lifes like
Love them straight women, even I like Dike
Hey corny rappers thinkin that they fly like kites
When twilights strikes, then my might likes
Great raps that had me on your mind like lice
Irritatin this shit, you imitatin the chick
I bet when you were runnin away, niggaz takin your whip
Your ex-girl, man, hit me straight in the lip
And then you snitch put him in prison facin the grip
I bet you need a woozie just to get you a groupie
My partner in a? ruba? now her mama feelin sue ya
Rap that about me, that's a problem in the future
I got a big ass crew and I can introduce ya
One, One, One, One, One, One, One, One
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
Go get it
Olympic gold pendant
We the old tenant
They flow to it
Who the most prolifically in frost with it
Souls get up on it like some silicone tities
Better go get it
Before these pantyhose critics
They back birds like? Bo Ritic you dope british?
The whole Hiero? collition? is no gimmick
These photogenic flaws then lost me home skillet
[Verse 1: Opio]
See I never trip cause my shit is more original
Cut a chicken neck like trillville or kill bill
They twist a pimple while I'm poppin with the pistol
Cops blowin on they whistle, Vicky sticky as a fizzle
Squiggle and wobblin? girai?
Her mind stayed a slave to my mic control, a blind face
My methods slide like a tunnel
That had climbed the subterranean
Back of ya brain
That stayed in the remain of your reflection
Puffin on my medicine
To perfection
Any questions, listen closely
Shinin like my grand pappy's old school go to
Glimmin like my Aunt Patty's black caddy's modes do
I'm a lap 'em well, your woman control you
Not in and out of cause I keep my composure
Delectable dosure, I'm smokin in the pole pit
Legalizin shit, east Oakland the culprit
[Verse 2: Phesto]
Yea, I hopped out the turbo jet
Turtle neck in turbo stand
Earned from the table turf with dirty workin hands
Circumstance historia, tables still turnin
And I still leave MC's six feet beneath the eternal bed
Off the turkish hands
Five standers murmurin and I'm murderin the mas with critical mass
See them hurricane
Land a storm thicker and I'm quicker than lightning
Strike twice, my device is sicker than
Knock 'em out like Mickey fear
Shuffle 'em like icky woods with the sticky good in the dickie hood
Call for control
Femur's biggie
Ball sucking tax money from Biloxi Missisippi
A war means perish they short on more fiends, syringes
To busy, change in the fortism in the tender loin still got fiends
They was overseas over anything to see the sittin boys put up oil
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tajai]
My mass in precision of a mathematician
Fags insistin on graspin my diction
Put your hands up on this one, yea it's in the missin
The classes you skip mean you lack the essentials
24 years deep that's a tradition
These stacks in edition or raps in the kitchen
Spice rack is expensive, recipe simple
Gimme the track or ride pad in a pencil
Rap like cats nigga stand at attention
Weak span is a fiction
Don't you go the distance
Hoes sees the difference, you OG's are niggas
MC's be bitches they go PB Silly
Robusts when I bust?, flow beef? be pimpin
Do it for the rush, that's what keep me spittin
If the planet spinnin, then I'm gettin of in it
If I set it then I'm in it, F*ck if you off in it
[Verse 4: A-Plus]
I got stripes, yea I got stripes
Don't ever get me twisted with these 5 by lights
Think twice before you try my nikes
Do the math, you don't even know the half of what my lifes like
Love them straight women, even I like Dike
Hey corny rappers thinkin that they fly like kites
When twilights strikes, then my might likes
Great raps that had me on your mind like lice
Irritatin this shit, you imitatin the chick
I bet when you were runnin away, niggaz takin your whip
Your ex-girl, man, hit me straight in the lip
And then you snitch put him in prison facin the grip
I bet you need a woozie just to get you a groupie
My partner in a? ruba? now her mama feelin sue ya
Rap that about me, that's a problem in the future
I got a big ass crew and I can introduce ya
One, One, One, One, One, One, One, One
[Chorus]
Writer: ADAM RYAN CARTER, DAMANI THOMPSON, OPIO LINDSEY, TAJAI MASSEY, TEREN DELVON JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © A SIDE MUSIC LLC D/B/A MODERN WORKS MUSIC PUBLISHING