One On One Lyrics by Kid Capri

One On One Lyrics

    Yeah once again presenting, kid capri
    Ras kass the waterproof mc, punchline

    (ras kass)
    These faggot mcs be on skis with the microphone though
    But it's all downhill hitting trees like sonny bono
    Name a nigga i couldn't burn and he probably created the earth in six days
    I shot at jesus with a tech fives times
    Hanging the pope with six strings, the name is ras kass
    Might eat a little pussy but i don't kiss ass homeboy
    I'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches is like
    Selling bean pods and still fucking white bicthes

    (punchline)
    I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze me
    Or ace me, been rhyming since 220 ad
    You feel gazy?, i'm top ten with the raps
    Off the list you scratch, like serial numbers on gats
    I lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymes
    My verses got long sentences like jail times
    Press rewind, listen to jams when i cool out
    I only fuck a bitch in the park if she juiced out
    Going new routes to maintain my composure
    Anticipated while you still screaming to get exposure
    Rap soldier in the cipher i'm first to set it
    My lyrics get the u.s. open without playing tennis

    (ras kass)
    Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond john blaze
    I'm john cremation, you conversation with aspirations
    Of me leaving blood stains from earth to venus
    Them so-called rap stars will still be living
    With they moma like an unborn fetus
    As soon as you step on stage i'ma destroy you with the truth
    Like the ricki lake show, don't come out the soundproof booth
    Or poof, plucked in your bubblegoose
    A lost angel, i strangle at an angle that's obtuse

    (punchline)
    Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitches
    Collect riches, bone chickens without trickin
    And stay spitting mad rhymes in your direction
    Always repping get you open like seasections
    I rhyme greata set it off without jada
    My flava leave a nigga shook like vibrators
    Rap composer of the hit your styles over
    I make an mc cry just like robin on ophra
    Give you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slicker
    I gross figures, shed light on shady niggas
    And write rhymes, roast niggas that take mine
    Gave birth to so many styles i should have my tubes tied
    One time, when rappers need concentration
    Embarrass i nigga, like getting caught masterbating
    I'm fascinating, i make you wallow in your sorrow
    Clutch the bottle you get your childish style fondled
    My rap tactics make you want to go home and practice
    Match this, drop jewels like biago rackis
    I come rough for all niggas that front
    I'm all that five mics and quotable for the month

    (ras kass)
    I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhyming
    And until buchwhick bill starts dunking on kobe bryant
    I'm applying pressure, check out my melody
    The eighteenth letter, the first letter
    The nineteenth letter for cheddar
    And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to make the rum-redder
    To make the deader then coretta
    Scott king's husband who had a dream
    I get in you with no vaseline
    And burn rubber so i tap that ass like savion glover

    (punchline)
    That the sedative cause your shits repetitive
    And played out, tried to run game but it got rained out
    Wasn't thinking about this style until we came out
    Took a detour when some of ya'll went the same route
    Thoughts about doing punchline make me tickle
    When my flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels
    Organized rhymes we make the girls realize
    We humiliate niggas like a small dick size
    Now you wanna click nines, front and sip wines
    Take mine, can't mess with ras and punchline

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