[Verse One]

Now here comes the one on the scene to redeem, a dream

seen a couple of years ago when I was just a teen..ager

The need to come off at that particular time wasn't major

Now I have to wear a pager

on my waist just in case I have to go someplace

somewhere can't bear to be late, cause the race is on

for all with the ruffneck song

Even though they weren't born in the Carribean like me

And others that were all brothers there's a lot in the pot

Floridian(?) Sibian(?) to be Divvian(?)

I waited for a few for mine, I knew the time was gonna come

You can bet I'ma collect the whole lump sum

of the green, the revenue, the ducats, the monies

is whatever you call it there's some complementary honies

I'm just the ultimate Don Juan nig-Jacabozi(?)

Never fell, I can spell, F-E-L-L like Yahtzee

For each I'm gonna reach and teach with the speech

If you riff, I'ma flip like Nadia Comaneci

Win the gold; the bronze is for Hans and Franz

I'm not (?) on no dirty hoes, I know the pros and cons

which will enable me to wear a cable

and collect large sums of funds

and here he - here comes - The One



[Verse Two]

Now here comes the man - the man that had the plan

that in one year he will gain a million fans

Heh - and if you map it out he did

accomplish and astonish, grabbin the hearts of every kid

Yes I've created a realistic mirage in my garage

that one day Chubb'll be large

Not large in the sense that I'll be immense

but my financial status and my pockets'll be the fattest around

with a boomin sound which bounds

to give Hitman Howie Tee a royal crown

on his head or his noggin I don't how be loggin(?)

or the simple sounds you hear in your Walkman when joggin

or toboggan down the hill with a few minutes to kill

You flipped in the tape you just barely escaped

that tree in your way you just realized that hey,

you have to be very careful of the tape that you play

If it's one of mine, you have to sit and relax

and max and prepare to hear funky tracks

and the lyrical storm cause when it rains it pours

into retail stores, a little comedic and yours

But you know, deep in the gut, the nut

was you-know-what, all over the cut

Yes we worked real hard to make it def and it was fun

And made it suitable to be ripped by - The One



[Verse Three]

The One - has the mentality of

an ignorant ruffneck, but then to get loved

is in my heart even though externally I rarely show it

I'm not the guy you wanna go wit'

If there's beef, I'm the butcher that will go and settle it

I don't preach their rhetorhic

The One hates when you say he's number two

or number eight on the countdown - my sound

is unique, you sleep, you'll weap

You'll wreak of my words dangles in your cheeks

So spit em out now, read about thou - take our your camera

Take a flick of the man with the stamina

to get your girl Tabitha to have a crush on this

I don't use Nautilus - cause I don't pump no weights to get dates

The One is the only one

and I shall not have no other one but this one - word up!

Yo Howie, flick on the beat, show me where the rhyme at

and then the jam will kick like Timac(?)

Howie takes a style when he's developing my track

so you'll have the feeling of the flavor to buy that

so your audible appendages will be numb

And say, "Where did hip-hop get 'em from?"

Long live the ANC, Walter Sisulu

from South Africa, Mr. Mandela you're the real one