Khrysis - I'm On One lyrics

[Intro: Ed Lover] Aiyyo this is Ed Lover man Yo Talib, show these n***as what it is man You're a real rhymer man, you're a real emcee man These old doo-doo a**, bonehead f**in Squarehead Spongebob-head motherf** those kids They ain't got no sk**s son, they can't do sh** Aiyyo Talib, tell 'em man, "C'MON SON~!" [Talib Kweli] + (Khrysis) (Yeah!) No sleep 'til Brooklyn (Khrysis on the board with the heat y'all, Kweli) Yeahhhh!! (Let's get 'em) [Talib Kweli] Son... c'mon son Yeh, yeah, I'm on one Son... c'mon son I, I, I'm on one Son... (yeah that's what you been waitin for) c'mon son (You are now in TUUUNE!) Yeh, yeah, I'm on one (You are now in tune) Son... c'mon son (Gutter Rainbows) Yeah [Verse One] This be that, crack it must be what you're usin if you challenge me You're sniffin on that white girl The Valeries, the Natalies, the Mallorys Got you sweatin like you're losin calories Battle me? You confuse illusion with reality Back up off me you had your glory Man I never seen a sadder story Blame yourself you mad at me you mad at Corey I left the maze you still the white mice in the laboratory Don't test the brain son, I'm quite nice at Scattergories Metaphors and allegories speakin at your colleges Pathologies I keep my ghetto promises, I promise this The rhyme'll leave you bloody as.. first responders get You hear em coming with the sirens of titans like Kurt Vonnegut They appetite for dominance rival that of the Ottoman Phenomenon, I'll eat you after dark like this was Ramadan Ain't no patience for the whack emcee This ain't WorldStar, homey this ain't Vlad TV So stop posin for the camera, I'm showin all you amateurs Life is a b**h, it's how you handle her You let the chips (uh uh) drop, let 'em fall where they may This an "Everyday Struggle" like Notorious say [Hook] Son {*scratched: "YEAH!"*} c'mon son {"YEAH!"} Yeh, yeah, I'm on one {"YEAH!"} C'mon son {"YEAH!"} I, I, I [Verse Two] I got the recipe for rest in peace I never ran, but I'm lookin so Presidential I still command you to arrest the chief Rebellion is my specialty While the mad cows convince you to invest in beef I play this game without a referee so there ain't no official So even Too $hort couldn't "Blow the Whistle" Oh yeah I flow a little! You mighta heard of me Producers got restrainin orders.. I murder beats State of emergency like Dudus Coke You hate it but you love it though We smoke and roll one up a double Dutch but I ain't jumpin rope My gutter flow, ice cold like the love below Bring the hood right into your bungalo Teach you how to start, ironically bionic Lee Majors Now you can do us a favor and stop your coonish behavior You rude as Judas who was an intruder truly a hater Stab your neighbor in the back, you'll do anything to be famous Stop posin for the camera, I'm showin all you amateurs Life is a b**h, it's how you handle her You let the chips (uh uh) drop, let 'em fall where they may This an "Everyday Struggle" like Notorious say [Hook] Son {*scratched: "YEAH!"*} c'mon son {"YEAH!"} Yeh, yeah, I'm on one {"YEAH!"} C'mon son {"YEAH!"} Yeh, yeah, I'm on one [Talib Kweli, with "YEAH!" scratching] Now where y'all at man? This is America ain't it? Where can I be free? Ay, you can do what you wanna do man [Outro: Ed Lover] Yo what the f** happened to sk**s man? Y'all, y'all ain't go no sk**s man Yo Kweli man, show these n***as what's goin on son Show these n***as man that Tha-tha-tha-that that old A-B-C sh** That they talkin 'bout is bullsh** son Get the fu*k outta here with that bullsh**~! Man where's Mos Def at anyway son? F'real son, c'mon son!!