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sfc - one time lyrics

one time for the streets
one time for the jeeps
one time for them brothers that be into beats
one time for the poets
one time for the mind
one time for them brothers that be liking a rhyme

now, when it comes to kicking out the flows i am the one
saying and displayin them sk!lls that haven’t been done now
back in ’89, i used to come at the rhyme by rolling my tongue
but now, when i look around town, i see everyone’s pursuing it, doing it
grooving it live on the radio, at they shows
it seems a lot of brothers have mastered doing this type of flow
so, in ’95, it’s a new one, i pour, as i come through the door live a wild boar
now, at a show, man, i be phenomenal
bet that you’ll leave drenched in sweat
unless you are a nerd or you do not like the word, you’ll be up in the bleeder, stiff like a parking meter
while i bring the boombastic, rhythmic, artistic lunacy on stage, where i line haze for you not to p-ss
if you do (fire) we’ll be on you like backdraft
your hair and clothes will be burning, plus i’ll keep you cash
the crowd will point at you, and they will all begin to laugh hysterically
now around town you get no justice
whole world falling down like michael douglas

one time for the poets
one time for the mind
one time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme

now i be tearing up this mic like a rent-a-car
straight be melting negativity like snow upon the mountain
wisdom be shooting out like water from a fountain
my form of love’s very complex when understood
it’s more satisfying than sex
my songs last long, hit it like chong
get a bong, you’ll be gone, blitzed with the munchies
so crunch on these lyrical vitamin rhythms i’m distributing
tantalizing that ear, rising like yeast
it’s my fourth release, hard like a toeless crease
financial increase without giving up glory to the beast of the b-ss and treble, cause i’m not that type of producer
you get positivity when you hang with mr. cooper, which is me, bro
getting deep like ezekiel
intricate, but most people won’t take the time to dissect it
the sound is protected by the one who spoke to nothing and created something, so stop fronting

now, for you to really understand this piece, the flesh must decrease to last on this path
study my words like math
you’ll kick back and laugh as you appreciate the craft falling like lava on gr-ss now
can you feel me? can you feel me?
though my vocals, mixed to a balance with abnormal arrangements, birthed from experimenting with elements in the sound shack
well we’ve made vows to never pile up pages of plague poetry
you know it’s me when it cuts through like a ginsu
generating energy to the point where i collapse into a deep sleep
then i become the track, hypnotized by the metronome
i roam, then suddenly thrown in the sound waves
currents in subverts causing my body to jerk to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right, to back under a kick where i sit
then the snare thrusts me back into our atmosphere, with results you hear

one time for the streets
one time for the jeeps
one time for the brothers that be into beats
one time for the poets
one time for the mind
one time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme
one time for the streets
one time for the jeeps
one time for the brothers that be into beats
one time for the mind
one time for the poets
one time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme
one time for the streets
one time for the jeeps
one time for the brothers that be into beats
one time for the poets
one time for the mind
one time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme

- sfc lyrics

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