One Time Lyrics - Undun - The Roots

Yo, the spirit in the sky scream homicide 

But it was time to ride 

Then some niggas funny talking and too much money talking 

We make em economize 

Real rap - no tails spinning, such is the life of a 

Kam-I-Ka-Ze pilot 

We wylin out of control until we all make the funny papers like Comic-Con 

Feared in all streets so, if you ever see me out in y'all streets 

Find another one to occupy 

I never hope for the best 

I wish a nigga would 

Turn around and walk away 

I wish a nigga could 

Listen to my instincts and say fuck the rest 

But once you've had the best better ain't as good 

Weak-heartedness cannot be involved 

Stick to the script nigga fuck your improv 

Like the samurai 

The street's Hammurabi Code 

Play your part shut the fuck up and do as I was told 

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I was always late for the bus 

Just once can I be on time 

Then I start to think what's the rush 

Who wants to be on time 

Feeling unlucky and if I ever got lucky it was one time 

In this crazy world 

Not a thing I fear besides fear itself 

This is clearly a lesson learned for someone else 

Reach for the crown of thorns upon the shelf 

Cross around my neck 

I've been taught by stealth 

Capture this moment in time... it's a smash and grab 

And where my party people y'all finna have a blast 

You say goodbye... I say hello first and last 

Hello-Hello... Now all of y'all elevate your glass 

To an example of what time will do to you 

When those nameless things just keep on eluding you 

When shit is new to you and lies is true to you 

Words of suspects-usual... coming though to you 

Man, I guess if I was ever lucky it was one time 

Then I went missing looking for the sublime 

A nigga stayed low left the ladder unclimbed 

Time after time, verse blank, the line unrhymed 

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You ever wonder what's the big fuss.. 

For everyone be on time 

What's the big deal, why do they feel 

The need to have as marching on line 

Feeling unlucky and if I'd ever got lucky it was one time 

In this crazy world 

I wonder when you die do you hear harps and bagpipes 

If you born on the other side of the crack pipe 

Niggas learn math just to understand the crack price 

Then drive in head first like the jack knife 

Cause out here, yo you niggas can't belly flop 

If you wanna make the noise inside your belly stop 

One time means being on the front line 

Being on the front line means ducking one time 

The pendulum swinging my way- couldn't be more blind 

Niggas talk to the cops? Not even one time 

Cause we all going down just like the subprime 

Or a cheap ass half gallon of Ballantine 

But hopping over gates to escape is sublime 

Then through the alley way and down to the sub line 

Tales from the streets 

A life of high crime 

To make it to the bottom 

Such a high climb 

I was always late for the bus 

Just once can I be on time 

Then I start to think what's the rush 

Who wants to be on time 

Feeling unlucky and if I ever got lucky it was one time 

In this crazy world