The One ringtone on your mobile phone

[Verse 1]

They might just lock me up for sound abuse

Bite like a brown recluse, I found a noose

that grips the ground tight enough to break a town a loose

Reach back and smack you cause you questioned my validity

It took a month for my hand to hit him cause my swing started in Italy

I'm finna diss my nemesis, till he's removed from the premises

I'm a twisted chemist with brain cells that are limitless

The mic chord strangles, a life of course dangles

My inner-changeable language hangs with a snake by your ankles

We can do this for fun or we can make bets

I break necks with threats while your cassetts get regurgetated from tape decks

You can't digest my words the first time, so you rewind

I'll write a verse across your brain and let the people read your mind

You're tryna get at me, not knowin my words are crushin the South

The style I left so super sick, it left preachers cussin you out

Your stumbelin, over my words that will leave your skin crumbelin

All they found was his mouth on the ground hoppin and mumblin

... I'm The One!


[Chorus]

I'm The One, not the 2 or the 3

I'm the aggravated lyricist straight of the S.P.C. (South Park Coalition)

I'm The One, not the three or the fo'

Y'all get knocked out of the frame tryin to step to K-Rino


[Verse 2]

I love to release with steel my hollows fool

My knowledge left scholars bruised

My esophagus rockets fumes, solid pools of kinetic acidic molecules

I'm never rattled, in hand, lyric or gun battle

I strattled hurds of untamed cattle with one sattle

Dyin from the pain, tried to complain, but see I knew it mane

Once a month I take out my brain and let the fluid drain

Battelin me is like you and your girlfriend so you resent it

Cause when it comes to either one, yo ass couldn't last a minute

My lyrics trigger hypnosis and doses of multiple sclerosis

My high exploses infected most with tuberculosis

I slap men, half of his raps I leave them trapped in

Adapt in any climate, absorbin oceans with one napkin

I'll focus, and set up your stomach with dead locas

The head explosions scares MCs more then a red notice

Put rappers to work, instead of a check I send them a page

5 lyrics a week is equal to more loot then minimum wage


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[Verse 3]

Now I done witnessed every move plus I done pulled every stunt

They call me period cause I come visit your girlfriend once a month

You keep throwin disses at me and here's what your goin to witness

Enough shoes up in yo ass to put footlocker out of business

Your calculations were way off, your practice didn't pay off

How the hell you gonna win a ring and you ain't even much met the playoffs

Erase your name off the map and start engravin mine

And set yo ass back like a clock, when it's daylight savings time

When it's over, all your partners are gonna know you got tossed

You couldn't handle me if I was a basketball and your name was hot sauce

If I got beef with a grown man then Imma say his name clean

I wouldn't care if you were underground, local or mainstream

I'll spit 3 raps to make things rehabilitate then relapse

Yo flow is dead, they couldn't find yo skill with 12 key maps

Styles shifted, these fake rappers tryin to be cool with me

His dead relatives comin back warnin him not to fool with me

K-Rino


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