One On One lyrics

Artist  : Kid Capri 
Song : One On One



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featuring Punchiline Ras Kass

Yeah once
again presenting Kid Capri
Ras Kass the
waterproof MC Punchline

(Ras
Kass)
These faggot MCs be on skis with the
microphone though
But it's all downhill
hitting trees like Sonny Bono
Name a nigga I
couldn't burn and he probably created the Earth
in six days
I shot at Jesus with a tech fives
times
Hanging the pope with six strings the
name is Ras Kass
Might eat a little pussy but
I don't kiss ass homeboy
I'm righteous and
wicked and this acquisition of riches is
like
Selling bean pods and still fucking white
bicthes

(Punchline)
I rap crazy, you
better get fifty niggas to blaze me
Or ace me,
been rhyming since 220 AD
You feel gazy?, I'm
top ten with the raps
Off the list you
scratch, like serial numbers on gats
I lace
tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymes
My verses
got long sentences like jail times
Press
rewind, listen to jams when I cool out
I only
fuck a bitch in the park if she juiced
out
Going new routes to maintain my
composure
Anticipated while you still
screaming to get exposure
Rap soldier in the
cipher I'm first to set it
My lyrics get the
U.S. Open without playing tennis

(Ras
Kass)
Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond John
Blaze
I'm John Cremation, you conversation with
aspirations
Of me leaving blood stains from
Earth to Venus
Them so-called rap stars will
still be living
with they moma like an unborn
fetus
As soon as you step on stage I'ma
destroy you with the truth
Like the Ricki Lake
show, don't come out the soundproof booth
Or
poof, plucked in your bubblegoose
A lost
angel, I strangle at an angle that's
obtuse

(Punchline)
Yo, my styles
viscous, put niggas before bitches
Collect
riches, bone chickens without trickin
And stay
spitting mad rhymes in your direction
Always
repping get you open like seasections
I rhyme
greata set it off without Jada
My flava leave
a nigga shook like vibrators
Rap composer of
the hit your styles over
I make an MC cry just
like Robin on Ophra
Give you the cold shoulder
guess who rhymes slicker
I gross figures, shed
light on shady niggas
And write rhymes, roast
niggas that take mine
Gave birth to so many
styles I should have my tubes tied
One time,
when rappers need concentration
Embarrass I
nigga, like getting caught masterbating
I'm
fascinating, I make you wallow in your
sorrow
Clutch the bottle you get your childish
style fondled
My rap tactics make you want to
go home and practice
Match this, drop jewels
like Biago Rackis
I come rough for all niggas
that front
I'm all that five mics and quotable
for the month

(Ras Kass)
I be on some
bullshit like the unamits and vigorous
rhyming
And until Buchwhick Bill starts
dunking on Kobe Bryant
I'm applying pressure,
check out my melody
The eighteenth letter, the
first letter
the nineteenth letter for
cheddar
And get a barrette explosive tip
shredders to make the rum-redder
To make the
deader then Coretta
Scott King's husband who
had a dream
I get in you with no
Vaseline
And burn rubber so I tap that ass
like Savion Glover

(Punchline)
That the
sedative cause your shits repetitive
And played
out, tried to run game but it got rained
out
Wasn't thinking about this style until we
came out
Took a detour when some of ya'll went
the same route
Thoughts about doing Punchline
make me tickle
When my flow changes like
pennies, dimes and nickels
Organized rhymes we
make the girls realize
We humiliate niggas like
a small dick size
Now you wanna click nines,
front and sip wines
Take mine, can't mess with
Ras and Punchline