I'm the truth when I spit it in the booth/
Like Clue, and Whoo Kid, Oracleez on some new shit
Gimme a new click, O he spit it roothless
My freestyle spit show you how bitch your recruits is
Exclusive, Mainstream nigga get used to it you
We run thru clicks, break down zips, get used to it
Take wilds trips, take wild chicks, get used to it
And touch so much chalupa we hardly know to do with it
You nigga's holding product, we noticed you barely moving it
Since we moved in went from making money to losin it
Since we two men let's handle the buisness duking it
Or we could be two gangsta's, I got no problem with shooting it
Sure this block, been your spot, can you stop us from moving in
Can you switch your place, or just stay stuck on the losing end
Or maybe we look like somebody you wanna make a friend
Thinking of a way for you and your paper to make amends
Come around my way "spitwhackular" and get laced again
Oracleez, King of the Huns ain't no replacing Him


I am the One

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