[VERSE 1]
Y'all need a break you dummies ain't seeing straight
The only thing that I'm not great at is not being great
Listen, being real can cost you a lot but it's free to hate
Feel like I live in a bakery now cause all I see is cake
You wanna work? Hit me up you can afford me I'm cheap
I'm magical, A five minute tape can record me for weeks
Plus I'm similar to the ocean, they explored me I'm deep
The most interesting man in the world bored me to sleep
Quick on the draw, when I'm pulling up out my mic I'm not a slow aimer
Blast the meat from your cranial frame, now it's a no Brainer
I love to spit, you on some other sh** that'll get yo cousin hit I'm hot to pick my CD you need an oven mit
Don't mention K-Rino please stay in your own lane
Steve Harvey Rappers y'all be callin' out the wrong name
You got a crown ima snatch it like a rebound
I'm so cold that I even miss myself when I leave town
[HOOK]
It's whole Lotta y'all but it's only one me
A whole Lotta y'all but it's only one me
It's a whole Lotta y'all but it's only one me
A whole Lotta y'all but it's only one me
Now tell em'
It's only one of me, yup it's only one of me
Line em' up and ima wipe out any chump in front of me
It's only one of me, yup it's only one of me
Line em up and ima wipe out any chump in front of me
[VERSE 2]
I guess that you could write in your other life
But you messing with me is just like trying to cut a tree down with bu*ter knife
Listenin' to K-Rino is like you being fed d**
Uh huh, yeah it does, these boys bitin' like bed bugs
I get the mic and start dumping they'll never see me coming
I'm so rough, I made nothing from nothing leave me somethin'
All it takes is some straightening to get these fellas right
Come to your show and run through you like a yellow light
Once I escape it'll take a second for you to break
You such a fraud that even Bigfoot said you was fake
These dudes bowing and they scared to stand up I swing so abrupt that I made a headless man duck
There's nobody you can think up like K-Rino so don't compare me
I wear a mic on my hip in public like open carry
Hypnotic Robotic Melodic fully loaded warrior
You couldn't write the way that I write if I wrote it for ya
[VERSE 3]
See what I'm sayin' right now is right now to me but won't be right now to you until you hear me sayin' it on the CD
Which is right now, but not the same as when I first spit it, cause my now is then and your now is right now, you get it?
I might run up in the place and start breaking his face
The only thing that you perfect at is making mistakes
I was blasting the Savage Pros in my amature days
I got pictures of me I took before cameras were made
Sling blade, got a rap complain against you I can't wait to file it
I'm smiling like a dude that just found Bill Gates's wallet
Your lines are old I'm tellin' you they won't work for long
You need to put them ancient verses in a nursing home
So now you whine about what happened to you
No excuses like when a rude person step on your shoe
I stay bringing it, a choir of rhyming angels I'm singing with, on the moon in a cosmic cla**room tutoring geniuses