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 skills 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 pass

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 bass 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

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 poets

One time for the mind

One time for the brothers that be liking a rhyme

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 grass 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