Only One

*only on Front Page Entertainment 12*

Its time for me to get on and represent the Bronx

so lets set this shit off like this

Uhh, now check it,

underground verbal hip hop you selected

by only a few, this type of artist is bought

so like Bartles & James thank you for your support

it's time for all this chit-chat to skit-skat

arent you tired of hearin ple-ple-ple-ple-pla

rase the level of your listenen pleasure a letter

and let the teacher put these new jacks under pleasure

my first name is hip hop no doubt

my last name is run with me breath for breath

yes I'll blow your lungs out

BLOW! And cut your tongue out

and use that shit to clean my rug out

I aint even start to bug out

somebody requested for the teacher to get active

cuz of all these rappers I look good to battle

Im unattractive when actively in your brain cavity

you be singin 1-2-3, and your family B-D-P

I'm Total 'Cant you see'

I took it there

you bee sayin with your swollin eye

damn it just aint fuckin fair

but your crew told you what was up

you just didn't give a fuck

my lyrics are intact

so my picture you can pin it up

take me out? Give it up your late

I rocked the 9-1-7 when it was 7-1-8

I'm a juvenile deliquent group home lord of the state

the truth about the matter is that I feel great

I'm comin in the form of the mind-bender bar tender

servin that lyrical-net serve your chest then send a

remember battlin MC's Im not always doin

cuz we need new rappers and careers I always ruin

what are you pursuin, who in the hell want this friction

I'll volt your scene and make you drum machine start blitchin

switchin my diction, I'm quick you need a fixin-

Im quick to turn you off like the light in a kitchen

Chorus -sample/scratching of-

Cuz Krs One means simply one Krs

thats it, thats all solo, single the one no less

Verse

I do my dirt and I keep it to myself

I don't speak it on record and to no one else

you think about...

when you do crimes you talk about it

HELL NO! You keep that real shit on the low

cuz prison aint a place you motherfuckers wanna be at

half of you motherfuckers would turn trick

BELIEVE THAT!

yo I can see that, all you ask is where the weed at?

you vision is as far as whereever you throw the seed at

Look at Malcolm X and try to be that

or get lost if you cant pick up where Malcolm X left off

don't you know were listened to by judges and lawyers

when you go to court they play your album for ya

then you turn into Tom Sawyer fiction