[Verse 1: Solo]
We are the trailblazing crowd exciters, book us to play with you
And we'll upstage your crew and probably down all the [?], you're minor
We major-league play-makers, Double-S on the bases
One Day in the place, it's my turn to step up to the plate
Hands up in the stands [?] comin' your way
Get your hands up like a gun to the face
Better man up if you've something to say
Cause we can answer never running away, keep tellin' em
I'm in my element, something like Jay in Summertime
If you came in late, please allow me to summa-r-ise
I rock a shaved head and sunken eyes
Call me the Sensitive New Age Rapper, I ain't like them other guys
The wack MC whistle blower
And the reason why your girl carries 'round a pocketful of mistletoe
I'm on that Don't Try This At Home sh**, Kid got the wicked flow
That'll shake you the f** up out of your comfort zone
Let the trumpets blow, we gonna ride to the sunset, and I ain't even begun yet
Stay tuned, this is just the debut, no tellin' what we got comin' up next
[Hook: Solo]
One hundred miles and running, will you run?
Six billion people to love, choose one
Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?
Six million ways to die, I choose none
One hundred miles and running, will you run?
Six billion people to love, choose one
Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?
Six million ways to die, I choose none
[Post-Verse 2: Solo]
So we don't play that (uh uh)
We don't play that (uh uh)
We don't play that (One Dayers)
We don't play around
We don't play that (uh uhh)
We don't play that (uh uh)
We don't play that (One Dayers)
We don't play around
[Verse 2: Just Enuf]
Yeah, it's
Been a minute, didn't know what to write but I'm right now
Now I've put 'em where I need 'em
Put the left then the right down then I write back
Had the games been locked and keyed(?)
Key to this sh** is the sh** I'm sh**tin' on *
We cheeky buggers that call out them heads
Line us like Kostakidis
You ain't nice Enuf to call out James
You know how long I done fought for my name?
On the walls, on the court, on the beats and the beach
You'd see it when I'd caught the train
One's for the young, two's for the two dudes
Who live up three nights [?] Monday
Four's for the pen, its like Jordan on the bench, taking out Jimmy Nice from the One Day
Gimme the mike and your team gon' bounce
Hold it baby, you ain't ready
Said you ain't Reggie baby, cross the line and that three don't count
I am a rapper's rapper, “Is he really really gonna be the next to do it?”
Or is he really gonna be the best to do it
You can find me all up in the latter bracket
Hey Ditty you got me?
Who says Sydney is lost, I'm not scared to take a bit of the profits
I've been in the co*kpit, who fly as I?
99 and 86 couldn't stop this
Don't Get Smart about it baby, just get smart about it
And go and ask about us, we are nice
[Hook: Solo]
One hundred miles and running, will you run?
Six billion people to love, choose one
Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?
Six million ways to die, I choose none
One hundred miles and running, will you run?
Six billion people to love, choose one
Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?
Six million ways to die, I choose none
One hundred miles and running
Six billion people to love
Eight million stories to tell
Six million ways to die, I choose none
[Verse 3: Solo & Jimmy alternate lines in this bit, starting with Jimmy]
We ain't done yet, nah
Shootin' for the stars
Bar for bar, boy you up next
If you rollin' in your car
No matter where you are
You want to take ours, better come get it
Said it before, we all in the same boat, mind closed they felt with the pa**ion(?)
There's no love there, whatever helps with the cash or separates yourself from the ma**es
My music's flavoursome, maybe you ain't accustomed to it
We take impossible; make it look like ain't nothin' to it
And there ain't nothin' to it
Hit em for 6 when I run they hide, they playing twenty-twenty with the One Day side
Baby, are you f**ing stupid?
Lookin' like Don in a baggy green
With a bag of green
Showin' everybody what they haven't seen
Better put your cards up, they are stuck in a backwards scene(?)
One hundred miles and runnin', steady gunnin', they still in the haze
A million ways it's been done before me I don't choose none of them, nah
Far from your everyday player
We here every day, player, A-grade sh**
But you already know the facts
Jimmy Nice
And Solo's back
Tell a friend
Take a photograph
We stayin' in form from the break of dawn til the fall of the sun, hit me on
[Hook: Solo]
One hundred miles and running, will you run?
Six billion people to love, choose one
Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?
Six million ways to die, I choose none
One hundred miles and running, will you run?
Six billion people to love, choose one
Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?
Six million ways to die, I choose none
[Outro]
Ya dig?