Lirik Lagu One On One - Kid Capri
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featuring Punchiline Ras Kass
Yeah once again presenting Kid CapriRas Kass the waterproof MC Punchline
(Ras Kass)These faggot MCs be on skis with the microphone thoughBut it's all downhill hitting trees like Sonny BonoName a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the Earth in six daysI shot at Jesus with a tech fives timesHanging the pope with six strings the name is Ras KassMight eat a little pussy but I don't kiss ass homeboyI'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches is likeSelling bean pods and still fucking white bicthes
(Punchline)I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze meOr ace me, been rhyming since 220 ADYou feel gazy?, I'm top ten with the rapsOff the list you scratch, like serial numbers on gatsI lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymesMy verses got long sentences like jail timesPress rewind, listen to jams when I cool outI only fuck a bitch in the park if she juiced outGoing new routes to maintain my composureAnticipated while you still screaming to get exposureRap soldier in the cipher I'm first to set itMy lyrics get the U.S. Open without playing tennis
(Ras Kass)Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond John BlazeI'm John Cremation, you conversation with aspirationsOf me leaving blood stains from Earth to VenusThem so-called rap stars will still be livingwith they moma like an unborn fetusAs soon as you step on stage I'ma destroy you with the truthLike the Ricki Lake show, don't come out the soundproof boothOr poof, plucked in your bubblegooseA lost angel, I strangle at an angle that's obtuse
(Punchline)Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitchesCollect riches, bone chickens without trickinAnd stay spitting mad rhymes in your directionAlways repping get you open like seasectionsI rhyme greata set it off without JadaMy flava leave a nigga shook like vibratorsRap composer of the hit your styles overI make an MC cry just like Robin on OphraGive you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slickerI gross figures, shed light on shady niggasAnd write rhymes, roast niggas that take mineGave birth to so many styles I should have my tubes tiedOne time, when rappers need concentrationEmbarrass I nigga, like getting caught masterbatingI'm fascinating, I make you wallow in your sorrowClutch the bottle you get your childish style fondledMy rap tactics make you want to go home and practiceMatch this, drop jewels like Biago RackisI come rough for all niggas that frontI'm all that five mics and quotable for the month
(Ras Kass)I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhymingAnd until Buchwhick Bill starts dunking on Kobe BryantI'm applying pressure, check out my melodyT
Yeah once again presenting Kid CapriRas Kass the waterproof MC Punchline
(Ras Kass)These faggot MCs be on skis with the microphone thoughBut it's all downhill hitting trees like Sonny BonoName a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the Earth in six daysI shot at Jesus with a tech fives timesHanging the pope with six strings the name is Ras KassMight eat a little pussy but I don't kiss ass homeboyI'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches is likeSelling bean pods and still fucking white bicthes
(Punchline)I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze meOr ace me, been rhyming since 220 ADYou feel gazy?, I'm top ten with the rapsOff the list you scratch, like serial numbers on gatsI lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymesMy verses got long sentences like jail timesPress rewind, listen to jams when I cool outI only fuck a bitch in the park if she juiced outGoing new routes to maintain my composureAnticipated while you still screaming to get exposureRap soldier in the cipher I'm first to set itMy lyrics get the U.S. Open without playing tennis
(Ras Kass)Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond John BlazeI'm John Cremation, you conversation with aspirationsOf me leaving blood stains from Earth to VenusThem so-called rap stars will still be livingwith they moma like an unborn fetusAs soon as you step on stage I'ma destroy you with the truthLike the Ricki Lake show, don't come out the soundproof boothOr poof, plucked in your bubblegooseA lost angel, I strangle at an angle that's obtuse
(Punchline)Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitchesCollect riches, bone chickens without trickinAnd stay spitting mad rhymes in your directionAlways repping get you open like seasectionsI rhyme greata set it off without JadaMy flava leave a nigga shook like vibratorsRap composer of the hit your styles overI make an MC cry just like Robin on OphraGive you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slickerI gross figures, shed light on shady niggasAnd write rhymes, roast niggas that take mineGave birth to so many styles I should have my tubes tiedOne time, when rappers need concentrationEmbarrass I nigga, like getting caught masterbatingI'm fascinating, I make you wallow in your sorrowClutch the bottle you get your childish style fondledMy rap tactics make you want to go home and practiceMatch this, drop jewels like Biago RackisI come rough for all niggas that frontI'm all that five mics and quotable for the month
(Ras Kass)I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhymingAnd until Buchwhick Bill starts dunking on Kobe BryantI'm applying pressure, check out my melodyT
