The One

[Verse 1]<br>They might just lock me up for sound abuse<br>Bite like a brown recluse, I found a noose<br>that grips the ground tight enough to break a town a loose<br>Reach back and smack you cause you questioned my validity<br>It took a month for my hand to hit him cause my swing started in Italy<br>I`m finna diss my nemesis, till he`s removed from the premises<br>I`m a twisted chemist with brain cells that are limitless<br>The mic chord strangles, a life of course dangles<br>My inner-changeable language hangs with a snake by your ankles<br>We can do this for fun or we can make bets<br>I break necks with threats while your cassetts get regurgetated from tape decks<br>You can`t digest my words the first time, so you rewind<br>I`ll write a verse across your brain and let the people read your mind<br>You`re tryna get at me, not knowin my words are crushin the South<br>The style I left so super sick, it left preachers cussin you out<br>Your stumbelin, over my words that will leave your skin crumbelin<br>All they found was his mouth on the ground hoppin and mumblin<br>... I`m The One!<br><br>[Chorus]<br>I`m The One, not the 2 or the 3<br>I`m the aggravated lyricist straight of the S.P.C. (South Park Coalition)<br>I`m The One, not the three or the fo`<br>Y`all get knocked out of the frame tryin to step to K-Rino<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>I love to release with steel my hollows fool<br>My knowledge left scholars bruised<br>My esophagus rockets fumes, solid pools of kinetic acidic molecules<br>I`m never rattled, in hand, lyric or gun battle<br>I strattled hurds of untamed cattle with one sattle<br>Dyin from the pain, tried to complain, but see I knew it mane<br>Once a month I take out my brain and let the fluid drain<br>Battelin me is like you and your girlfriend so you resent it<br>Cause when it comes to either one, yo ass couldn`t last a minute<br>My lyrics trigger hypnosis and doses of multiple sclerosis<br>My high exploses infected most with tuberculosis<br>I slap men, half of his raps I leave them trapped in<br>Adapt in any climate, absorbin oceans with one napkin<br>I`ll focus, and set up your stomach with dead locas<br>The head explosions scares MCs more then a red notice<br>Put rappers to work, instead of a check I send them a page<br>5 lyrics a week is equal to more loot then minimum wage<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>Now I done witnessed every move plus I done pulled every stunt<br>They call me period cause I come visit your girlfriend once a month<br>You keep throwin disses at me and here`s what your goin to witness<br>Enough shoes up in yo ass to put footlocker out of business<br>Your calculations were way off, your practice didn`t pay off<br>How the hell you gonna win a ring and you ain`t even much met the playoffs<br>Erase your name off the map and start engravin mine<br>And set yo ass back like a clock, when it`s daylight savings time<br>When it`s over, all your partners are gonna know you got tossed<br>You couldn`t handle me if I was a basketball and your name was hot sauce<br>If I got beef with a grown man then Imma say his name clean<br>I wouldn`t care if you were underground, local or mainstream<br>I`ll spit 3 raps to make things rehabilitate then relapse<br>Yo flow is dead, they couldn`t find yo skill with 12 key maps<br>Styles shifted, these fake rappers tryin to be cool with me<br>His dead relatives comin back warnin him not to fool with me<br>K-Rino<br><br>[Chorus]