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letra de i'm on one - street light

been a minute since i was on something
drug free, but i was feeling like i was goal struggling
now i focus on my todays like 4 dozen
hours gotta be yes men the way you know nothing
i still got it. that’s why i snicker stead of b-tterfinger, i don’t drop it, less its bars with my knowledge
bars from a wrapper, how ironic
as my wordplay is at an all time high, up there with comets
have a seat, i laugh when you try to stand up like a comic but forgot he facing me
and the bugattis, maseratis tired of hearing bout your car
and even if ya name is kevin, i’m betting you lack the hart
i’m banking on the fact that you rapping on a budget
lyrically, i’m warren buffett, eating
took the whole world under my wings like crutches
or under my under armour like the football from running backs when urlacher’s coming

or maybe ray lewis, they raven
but i really think all psychics are stupid
this ain’t dance floor music
triple [quadruple] entendre, they ask me to undo it
only color in my set like luminara unduli

that’s a star wars reference yo, i didn’t mean to lose you
just a little more of my knowledge will have em using google
ask.com yahoo too, i move to, write minds so i pin (pen) heads like voodoo

dolls, witch one of yall, want it?
i got trey songz, 3 not the singer for you dummies
so the other 2 is here in the dungeon
and for the sake of the public i ain’t tell you bout the other 10, which make a bakers dozen

that’s 13 ghosts, busta rhyme from my throat
hustla in the same game that i don’t dread anymo
rockin the ring like frodo. rock in the ring like stone cold. rock in the ring like i got the green light for me to propose, so…

you rocky in the ring, that means your punches gettin old, yo
got em by a string the rap game is just a yo-yo
no pole though, i make my inspector gadget flow go-go
the light of every street. i got more time in than a hobo

like oh no. i spazz when i rap
n0body even wanna get me on the same track
i did a couple verses for a few friends back then and they say i made em all seem wack

i’m confident. they say c-cky too
what you want me to say, i ain’t hot as you?
like i ain’t barbecue you on your own track and threw ya whole crew in the garbage too?

too far ahead. they all pursue
can’t see me. camouflage in my army suit
breathe a little bit, you’re awfully blue
you see what being sober, do?
call yourself a god when theres only one jehovah, fooool?
you’re life is a fiasco, but shout to lu….

pay me no mind. you can’t afford the attention
i’m…given with the little bit of rhyme that i might spit when i find out that i’m even better than myself from the last line
base? this a line drive. told ya i’m alive. mind. sharp. i must be stein…like brenner, franken or ein..

that means i’m on the ball i’m a monster, and got my mind right
try to keep up on the same track, laces are tied tight
getting my command from the source, don’t need ya 5 mics
watch how i rolls like a royce, homie i’m 5’9…

slaughter the house of the fathers of demonic alma maters, k!ll it quick cuz i feel the time is upon us

so all i care about is money and the city that i’m from..jk couldn’t say it with a straight face, done

- street light

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