Only One

KRS One

Composed by: KRS-One
Its time for me to get on and represent the Bronx 
so lets set this shit off like this 

Uhh now check it 
underground verbal hip hop you selected 
by only a few this type of artist is bought 
so like Bartles & James thank you for your support 
it's time for all this chit chat to skit skat 
arent you tired of hearin ple ple ple ple pla 
rase the level of your listenen pleasure a letter 
and let the teacher put these new jacks under pleasure 
my first name is hip hop no doubt 
my last name is run with me breath for breath 
yes I'll blow your lungs out 
BLOW! And cut your tongue out 
and use that shit to clean my rug out 
I aint even start to bug out 
somebody requested for the teacher to get active 
cuz of all these rappers I look good to battle 
Im unattractive when actively in your brain cavity 
you be singin 1-2-3, and your family B-D-P 
I'm Total 'Cant you see' 
I took it there 
you bee sayin with your swollin eye 
damn it just aint fuckin fair 
but your crew told you what was up 
you just didn't give a fuck 
my lyrics are intact 
so my picture you can pin it up 
take me out? Give it up your late 
I rocked the 9-1-7 when it was 7-1-8 
I'm a juvenile deliquent group home lord of the state 
the truth about the matter is that I feel great 
I'm comin in the form of the mind-bender bar tender 
servin that lyrical-net serve your chest then send a 
remember battlin MC's Im not always doin 
cuz we need new rappers and careers I always ruin 
what are you pursuin, who in the hell want this friction 
I'll volt your scene and make you drum machine start blitchin 
switchin my diction, I'm quick you need a fixin- 
Im quick to turn you off like the light in a kitchen 

Chorus -sample/scratching of- 
Cuz Krs One means simply one Krs 
thats it, thats all solo, single the one no less 

Verse 
I do my dirt and I keep it to myself 
I don't speak it on record and to no one else 
you think about... 
when you do crimes you talk about it 
HELL NO! You keep that real shit on the low 
cuz prison aint a place you motherfuckers wanna be at 
half of you motherfuckers would turn trick 
BELIEVE THAT! 
yo I can see that, all you ask is where the weed at? 
you vision is as far as whereever you throw the seed at 
Look at Malcolm X and try to be that 
or get lost if you cant pick up where Malcolm X left off 
don't you know were listened to by judges and lawyers 
when you go to court they play your album for ya 
then you turn into Tom Sawyer fiction 
beggin a judge to just listen sayin... 
if you listen to my album twice, the positive message is.... 
they shut yo ass up and give you life 
Had you hah a wife instead of bein a lover 
the court would of seen you as a family man wit some structure 
but you is a wild brother, black women you cant respect em 
now you catchin wreck in your rep 
Negativity never had no pull in jail 
yeah, its positivity that they hail 
but you fail, cuz red books you can't read em 
your people you mislead em 
your people you mistreat em 
mislead em for fun...my name is KRS ONE! 
KRS ONE......KRS ONE 
Real Headz they down wit us 
Yeah, Krs One representin 
wit outta fraction of a motherfuckin doubt
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