Lyrics: J. Keys - "The One Two"

Talking: Yeah y'all Know,
Unh hunh.... Let's go

Verse 1
This is Hip-Hop music, please don't confuse it
With anything less than magic, they got my fuse lit
The DJ screaming new sh*t,
Drums that kick and hit with the boom bip
Boom Bap, enough of the tomb rap
We need more Guerrila mansoon rap
This new crap, is well dressed garbage
Beef sells so n*ggaz eat exlax and start sh*t
While creativity is all constipated
I concentrated on music that made me wanna make it
Its easy to fake it and hard to be yourself
So I'm selective what I pick up off the shelf
Wanna hide something from a n*gga, put it in a book
Wanna brainwash him with it, then put it in a hook
Rich kids dress poor, poor kids dress rich
Deep down inside both wishing that they could switch
Tables turn like a DJ is spinning
You know how many people you could feed with that grill while you grinning
To the next level is where I got to take ya
I'm so happy, I put hope on paper

Hook:
It's the one two, one two check the one two
The return of the one two, yes the one two
We started with the one two, yep the one two
You rockin with who, the bullsh*t's through

Verse 2
You can't conquer it, my rhyme style is prominent
I stand dominant squattin droppin the hottest shyt
Diarrhea on a stove,
manure in the oven, let it cook til its coal
Another Heat Rock, for your Bar B-que pit
Another slick mouth, become busted lip
Teeth Missing, I told him stop bitin he aint listen
On the Gerber diet, cause you didn't get out the kitchen
Too many Verbal Gangsters and Lyrical Tough Guys
Record Labels Molest you like boys gettin touch by
Catholic Preachers, he bought a chain some sneakers
When he Should've went bought some bang and some features
N****z copy and past now I must delete ya
Wack MC this is A** Whoopin very to meet ya
Beat ya black and blue, maroon and indigo
Its Wheel of Misfortune and you're about to win the show
Didn't grow, got 4 albums and didnt elevate
Your career's over now got plenty time to meditate
Battle me no, you gotta fallacy flow
Maybe you can atleast do a reality show
Where People watch you only because they hate you
Ya label signed you only so they could r*pe you
You Walk around wearing your advance on your neck
Then Cut the f___n Mic on and can't get respect
What ding dong Made alotta money on a ringtone
Next year abracadabra (poof) he's gone
Na Naa Naaa hey hey hey
Him no play, Him slay like the DJ Kay (Ay)
Send these doofy n****z on they way
N****z work not to be themselves, I'm just bein me
No apologies, I'm secure like I use sure
Deodorize the music, and let's get to the core
So don't get it twisted thinking its all love
If you reach for the mic, you gone pull back a nub

Hook:
It's the one two, one two check the one two
The return of the one two, yes the one two
We started with the one two, yep the one two
You rockin with who, the bullsh*t's through