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letra de all for nothing - onlyone

[verse 1: onlyone]
f-ck all the hostility! yeah, i keep artillery
i keep it godzilla, i got your back like auxiliary
sandpeople; desert storm. heckler in the dresser drawer
a better metaphor for smoking weed
would be the seven dwarves
‘cause when i smoke i get happy and sneezy
but when i get dopey, i get a little sleepy
if the snow ain’t white, get sent to the doc bashful
i know why you grumpy, they gave you a rotten apple
when your car crashes, a shooting star p-sses
i make a bet for your soul like doctor parn-ssus
tearing apart static
angels drop you off on the farthest of all planets
talk about star status
dark matter baptism, it’s seeming like fascism
people learn how to read and write in a max prison
trapped in it like a beam of light in a gl-ss prism
the fact is the secret life that this country has
is under wraps like a mummy’s back, arrested for 20 stacks
still got the money back – what’s up with that?
pretty smart, strapped like billy the kid, skinny arms
buck 50 sharp, give you scars where your hickeys are
you’re living like the simpsons sippin’, head pistol driven
twisted crucifixes, griffins in ’em
ripping down the crimson linen
i ain’t pimpin’, pimpin’. i exorcism women
got her head rotating 360 spinnin’, grinnin’
yeah we winnin’, winnin’, but we sinnin’, sinnin’
your record’s spinnin’, spinnin’
because you spendin’, spendin’… all for the cash, man
djs will only play you record for the cash, man
all you motherf-ckers rap about is cash, man
that’s why hip hop sounds like trash, man. it’s f-ckin’ sad, fam

[verse 2: serge severe]
check me out… i ain’t a k!ller, so i won’t lay you dead
but i might rip the lips off your face like mr. potato head
i don’t fight fair, knife through your nike air’s
deflate your ego like a guido that be catching white hairs
my mic’s rare, i’m an emcee in its rarest form
the veteran versus amateurs that be barely born
very scorned, black clouds leave you very poor
i’m from the rose city, but all i see is scary th-rns
that’ll leave you shredded plus redder than some cherry’s torn
been fairly warned that i’m an artist to its very core
to carry swords that leave you more than just very sore
to bury more bad rappers what my mission is
like they don’t even know the definiton of spittin’ is
or they don’t even know what some wordplay or diction is
or real versus fiction is; i show ’em what the difference is
sounding like they can’t even read or form sentences
point blank period, listen to the sentence ends
had multiple friends catch multi-year sentences
they’d call me up, i spit verses with relentlessness
said i kept their head up, i said, “don’t even mention it”
‘cause that’s what real men do, no snakes allowed
i told my primos i would make it just to make ’em proud
so you can have the kitten kaboodle, i’ll take the cow
i’m something like guru the way i move the crowd
the way an emcee is supposed to, can’t fake the style
so take a graceful bow, ref call a flagrant foul
on your whole team of weak dishonest artists
i’m from the o, we stay around green like farmer’s markets
nameless bullets, but you couldn’t even find the target
the double s

- onlyone

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