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One, Two
22,335
Hip-Hop/Rap
One, Two was released on November 9, 2018 by Realism World Records as a part of the album Before Rhymes Ever Existed, Pt. 2
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Release DateNovember 9, 2018
LabelRealism World Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brayanm Cordova Heredia
Brayanm Cordova Heredia
Songwriter
Bree Da Emcee
Bree Da Emcee
Songwriter

Lyrics

This goes out to all you foes
Including, you, and you, and you
Know who you are
And it goes…just like this
Every time I bring it
Ill be style flipping
“Yeah”
One two, one two, one two, one two
Actual forces commit such fuse
Sharp gathering absolute all dispute
Boom box right in the center of the truth
That you’ll get prosecuted, muted, this is
Booming, the wave of the sound is funky
And its crushing, magnitude is out of range
Shaking all cats that come to claim
Rhyme won’t freeze the brain
Such fools
Havoc volume
All through your face, dimensional mindset
Delate
One, two x4
One, two x4
Cordova about to cause mass supernova
And its over, undetectable skills microphona
Cyclones all up in the data unreached
Disruption in your thoughts, get breached
You leech, sucking all the fun of the style
Launch fire, ruckus sword power collider
Hip hop trooper, drum patters, zone boosters
Destruction in your area, drop napalm if i chose to
RIGHT! All over your location
Just explosions and shit you know?
Yeah, right, right
One, two x4
One, two x4
Syntax be on these whacks, forces I have
Black knight torching, ready laying Bree
Forces, 50,000 sources ripping brain portions
Adjust infected symptoms into core skin
Theres gonna be a lot of tap dancing
And slow prancing if it comes to Bree to
Start handing all the abundance, bars
Core substance, the ruckus, ill g notes
Daily crushing
And you be on my order like a takeout
To a fake route
I’m still the voice laughing that
I got your brain backed up
Primary factor, verses ready
To blast ya from here to Canada
Bree the vocab owna, spit microphontas
Smoke emcees like roaches, just
Do me a favor a drink acid poison
Call me no or yessir”, fresher i get
Due to sound pressure, long
Murders measure
Too much whackers
“Seriously man”
Too much whackers
“Yeah, and you, and you, and you know
Who you are, you know who you are
Stop talking that bs“
One, two x4
One, two x4
Written by: Brayanm Cordova Heredia
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