Chris Cooper - One Time lyrics

One time for the streets One time for the jeeps One time for them brothers that be into beats One time for the poets One time for the mind One time for them brothers that be liking a rhyme Now, when it comes to kicking out the flows I am the one Saying and displayin them sk**s that haven't been done now Back in '89, I used to come at the rhyme by rolling my tongue But now, when I look around town, I see everyone's pursuing it, doing it Grooving it live on the radio, at they shows It seems a lot of brothers have mastered doing this type of flow So, in '95, it's a new one, I pour, as I come through the door live a wild boar Now, at a show, man, I be phenomenal Bet that you'll leave drenched in sweat Unless you are a nerd or you do not like the word, you'll be up in the bleeder, stiff like a parking meter While I bring the boombastic, rhythmic, artistic lunacy on stage, where I line haze for you not to pa** If you do (fire) we'll be on you like backdraft Your hair and clothes will be burning, plus I'll keep you cash The crowd will point at you, and they will all begin to laugh hysterically Now around town you get no justice Whole world falling down like Michael Douglas One time for the poets One time for the mind One time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme Now I be tearing up this mic like a rent-a-car Straight be melting negativity like snow upon the mountain Wisdom be shooting out like water from a fountain My form of love's very complex when understood It's more satisfying than s** My songs last long, hit it like Chong Get a bong, you'll be gone, blitzed with the munchies So crunch on these lyrical vitamin rhythms I'm distributing Tantalizing that ear, rising like yeast It's my fourth release, hard like a toeless crease Financial increase without giving up glory to the beast of the ba** and treble, cause I'm not that type of producer You get positivity when you hang with Mr. Cooper, which is me, bro Getting deep like Ezekiel Intricate, but most people won't take the time to dissect it The sound is protected by the one who spoke to nothing and created something, so stop fronting One time for the streets One time for the jeeps One time for the brothers that be into beats One time for the poets One time for the mind One time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme One time for the streets One time for the jeeps One time for the brothers that be into beats One time for the poets One time for the mind One time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme Now, for you to really understand this piece, the flesh must decrease to last on this path Study my words like math You'll kick back and laugh as you appreciate the craft falling like lava on gra** now Can you feel me? Can you feel me? Though my vocals, mixed to a balance with abnormal arrangements, birthed from experimenting with elements in the sound shack Well we've made vows to never pile up pages of plague poetry You know it's me when it cuts through like a Ginsu Generating energy to the point where I collapse into a deep sleep Then I become the track, hypnotized by the metronome I roam, then suddenly thrown in the sound waves Currents in subverts causing my body to jerk to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right, to back under a kick where I sit Then the snare thrusts me back into our atmosphere, with results you hear One time for the streets One time for the jeeps One time for the brothers that be into beats One time for the poets One time for the mind One time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme One time for the streets One time for the jeeps One time for the brothers that be into beats One time for the mind One time for the poets One time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme One time for the streets One time for the jeeps One time for the brothers that be into beats One time for the poets One time for the mind One time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme