1 N Only - R.O.S. lyrics

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1 N Only - R.O.S. lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah Uh [Verse 1: 1nOnly] Rap isn't dead, it's just Buried alive But R.O.S. (Old school I revive) Arrive on the scene, flow never derivative 1nOnly definitive, fake rappers so primitive So, I take initiative cause I am the first Hence 1nOnly rap isn't formal, no ceremony So rappers, I obliterate coldly I'm in the game all the way, like holy matrimony Hold up I'm in too deep to lose it Risky business porsche, I'm Tom Cruise-ing Raw talent, yeah, I ooze it Beat the beat up, I bruise it Stay a little while, Why don't you sit And take a lesson from a mastermind I'm a sick, out-of-my-mind So unorthodox, wise, type of kid On the rise, so watch your back Have an extra set of eyes Hold up I do what I need to, to defeat you And if I need to, I seek to pull and heat you But not with a gun, with these bars that I renew And this mic, and these critic reviews But be cool A struggle makes it easy, or easier Hard bars for days, spitting meteors Now let me pause briefly, or briefly-er [Verse 2: 1nOnly] My flow makes everyone dance and cavort Rap got contorted I just scream abort Recede, but never retreat No competition in this game, so Compete means defeat for these lames My rhymes are provocative, to the mind And the meanings are so positive, to find Flowing so raw, pure talent, unrefined It's a sin to k**, but my rhymes are so inclined So Inclined in my mind, but I'm out of it You say you the best, but I'm shouting it Because I AM the best, and the legends are my delegates Spitting so deft, simultaneously eloquent Yeah, spitting so deft, simultaneously eloquent Uh We hold these truths to be self-evident That all men are created equal When rapping, must be eloquent Call me d**h, my rhymes are lethal Spit fetal fecal matter Eagles spitting evil chatter I'm here for the retrieval chapter, (uh) Christian is a christian, reading testaments Meth-head Methodists, lacking development I'm prevalent, and malevolent, and excellent Spitting excrement, no deficits, (def, Def) Defecate, incinerate, and obliterate Reiterate exhilaration No sympathy, no commiseration The industry's my canvas Vividly spitting imagery what is this madness Flow symphonies, instantly you lose all dignity I am a savage, and I viciously create all the havoc Don't worry, I'll carry your casket Cascading verbs and words, I'm blowing a gasket Yeah, I'm blowing a gasket [Verse 3: 1nOnly] Competition contradictions, fiction depictions I depict Inflict friction, my prediction is my omen I'm a bowman with a bow, in your abdomen Then reload like roman, now you're broken open I am the chosen 1nOnly or sicknezz Is the sickest slickest ticket Don't get it twisted, listen I'm a wicked vicious midget With riches and a fitted Working on my fitness Cause it IS, survival of the fittest This is straight business His is the biggest Baddest, fattest, fastest-est-est Stricken with madness I'm mad at the world And it's axis, like an atlas I'm a spineless, backless savage With a palace, plenty practice Plenty matches, and a habit of spitting acid That'll leave you hat less Or topless like this actress named Alice I met over summer, It's a bummer I lyrically destroyed her son, or He stepped to me, now he's a number Feet under, in eternal slumber, (uh,) Yeah, uh, uh I'm here to allow rhyming fear Spit slime vows in your ear Now dear, I snack and chow on rapper's fear and stalk I snack and chow, and I right here, do not flock I snack and chow, keep rhymes in ear Keep rhymes in stock like NASDAQ and DOW I snack and chow on rappers stalks Don't knock it 'till you try it It's eight o'clock if it's still, don't buy it Unlock my safe, bills go flying co*k my head to the side, *sigh* It's world war III, three I's like hiiipower I tower over towers And hang over overhangs It's my hour

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