One On One Lyrics

One On One lyrics

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