i need one page one text one pen and one breath.
2 visions one less, one test to be the best.
one flow to disreck,one style to to fly tech.
one cartridge of ink to flow till no ink left.
one breath to spit shit, one second 2 spit this.
took me 2 breaths to think quick, one was to listen.
got one mission, one vision, 2 thoughts and 1 skippin.
one thought gone, so im done with my bitchen.
done with my vision, i see clearer then teh day.
i got one way to walk, one to talk, the other seems grey.
1 way to spit, 2 ways to think, 1 second lost, 2 seconds to recoop shit.
fun sayin shit, who knows what this is? fun lessons gone, who gonna beat this shit?
who gonna beat me kid? who gonna do what i did?
one life one gun, one pen with no ink.
2 wrists with no blood, one brain with no mud.
one sky above, one lord so one love.
one kid and one son, one rap 2 hops.
no hip so no shit, no beef on my clock.
1 tick and 2 tocks, one movin one not.
no rap? no prob. whats time with no watch?
whats beef with no glock? whats feed with no post.
whats life with no love, whats 1 son with no host.
whats ice with no cold, One vision one lost.
whats rap with no -ers writting with no cause.