Adrian Younge - The One lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy] These n***as know the deal, it's easy to get k**ed Wet that p**y up, see now you got the chills Your bright idea shooting at me, the f** yeah Bright idea, 'til I blew out his light bulb I'm more than a hip hop legend, I'm iconic My sixteen is strong as f**, I'm bionic Apparently...you a parody of real n***a sh** Pop your forehead like a zit I don't f** with no snitches so I need to know who telling And I need to know who they told on so I can fact check it The alpha and omega, Mobb n***a I'm a fixture Black culture, bougie n***as get they b**h took Like bad b**hes get they body shook From Jamaica Ave. to the boulevard in Hollywood From the projects, Nam and Oslo Rocketman Elton John, call me P-iano [Hook: Prodigy] Yeah now I'm on my sh**, got me on my sh** I'll hit a n***a with the clipper And fade a n***a real quick, see Keep me on my sh**, wiling on that sh** I will ruin your life, I promise you that sh** [Verse 2: Action Bronson] Swedish features through the window of a Lincoln on the Bell swerving I felt certain I was born to be the best Earthling Felt worthless, so many Xs and circles On my mother neck I know I serve a purpose Smoke the same sh** that turns a normal turtle to a ninja turtle Neo-ninja doing ? on Myrtle The motherf**er making a drug look like Urkel Forward shooters like Türkoğlu 740 with the curtain and set to 1020 degrees Eyes closed switching speeds, hitting the weave I shapeshift to a disease, attack your lung and cripple your knees R&b chicks are twisted with ease, blitzkrieg You still posing for your little-league pictures I'm drinking beer straight out the pitcher I'll put your moms in an armbar at the bar-mitzvah Irish linen on the king I'm guaranteed I'm gonna win another ring [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] I supercede that crap, now b**hes want this hard sh** n***as want this crack, them songs you got that's garbage Paralyze your ears, stop talking, this P rapping Been doing this for years, know money I keep racking, up Come with it n***a, get beat the f**, up Next to me you're chuck meat Yeah, we just committed suicide With this swammi I get busy B; do or die Big bar champion, the Henny and the rap flow The great black shark, you just a little mackeral My b**h appetite for power surpa** yours Now imagine my thoughts while I'm alone and you paused That's 600 horses stomping on your neck strap That's me, g-leaning with the pistol on my lap Got a 3:00 your d**h, I could pencil you in Ya'll n***as is chow, my gun fit to dig in [Hook]