One On One Lyrics - Singles - Kid Capri

Yeah, once again presenting, Kid Capri 

Ras Kass the waterproof MC, Punchline 

These fagot MCs be on skis with the microphone though 

But it's all downhill hitting trees like Sonny Bono, name a nigga 

I couldn't burn and he probably created the Earth in six days 

I shot at Jesus with a tech fives times 

Hanging the pope with six strings, the name is Ras Kass 

Might eat a little pussy but I don't kiss ass homeboy 

I'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches 

Is like selling bean pods and still fucking white bitches 

I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze me 

Or ace me, been rhyming since 220 AD 

You feel gazy, I'm top ten with the raps 

Off the list you scratch like serial numbers on gats 

I lace tracks with ill lines, 20 bar rhymes 

My verses got long sentences like jail times 

Press rewind, listen to jams when I cool out 

I only fuck a bitch in the park if she juiced out 

Going new routes to maintain my composure 

Anticipated while you still screaming to get exposure 

Rap soldier in the cipher I'm first to set it 

My lyrics get the U.S. Open without playing tennis 

Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond John Blaze 

I'm John Cremation, you conversation with aspirations 

Of me leaving blood stains from Earth to Venus 

Them so called rap stars will still be living 

With they momma like an unborn fetus 

As soon as you step on stage I'ma destroy you with the truth 

Like the Ricki Lake show, don't come out the soundproof booth 

Or poof, plucked in your bubble goose 

A lost angel, I strangle at an angle that's obtuse 

Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitches 

Collect riches, bone chickens without trickin' 

And stay spitting mad rhymes in your direction 

Always repping get you open like sea sections 

I rhyme greata set it off without Jada 

My flava leave a nigga shook like vibrators 

Rap composer of the hit your styles over 

I make an MC cry just like Robin on Ophra 

Give you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slicker 

I gross figures, shed light on shady niggas 

And write rhymes, roast niggas that take mine 

Gave birth to so many styles I should have my tubes tied 

One time, when rappers need concentration 

Embarrassed, I nigga like getting caught masturbating 

I'm fascinating, I make you wallow in your sorrow 

Clutch the bottle you get your childish style fondled 

My rap tactics make you want to go home and practice 

Match this, drop jewels like Biago Rackis 

I come rough for all niggas that front 

I'm all that five mics and quotable for the month 

I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhyming 

And until Buchwhick Bill starts dunking on Kobe Bryant 

I'm applying pressure, check out my melody the eighteenth letter 

The first letter the nineteenth letter for cheddar 

And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to make the rum-redder 

To make the deader then Coretta, Scott King's husband 

Who had a dream, I get in you with no Vaseline 

And burn rubber so I tap that ass like Savion Glover 

That the sedative cause your shits repetitive 

And played out, tried to run game but it got rained out 

Wasn't thinking about this style until we came out 

Took a detour when some of y'all went the same route 

Thoughts about doing Punchline make me tickle 

When my flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels 

Organized rhymes we make the girls realize 

We humiliate niggas like a small dick size 

Now you wanna click nines, front and sip wines 

Take mine, can't mess with Ras and Punchline