Talib Kweli - I'm on One Lyrics

Yeah
No sleep til Brooklyn
Khrysis on the board with the heat y'all
Kweli
Yeah
Let's get 'em

Son
Come on son
Yeah, yeah I'm on one
Son
Come on son
I I I'm on one
Son
Come on son
Yeah, yeah I'm on one
Son
Come on son

This that crack must be what you using if you challenge me
You sniffing on that white girl the Valerie's the Natalie's the Mallory's
Got you sweating like you losing calories
Battle me? You confuse illusion with reality

Back up off me you had your glory
Man I never seen a sadder story
Blame yourself you mad at me you mad at Cory
I left the maze you still the white mice in the laboratory

Don't test the brain son I'm quite nice at Scattergories
Metaphors and allegories speaking at your colleges
Pathologies I keep on gettin' promises I promised this
The rhyme'll leave you bloody as first responders get

You hear 'em coming with the sirens and titans like Kurt Vonnegut
The appetite for dominance rival that of the Ottoman
Phenomenon I'll eat you after dark like this was Ramadan
Ain't no patience for the whack MC
This ain't World Star homie this ain't VladTV

Stop posing for the camera I'm showing all you amateurs
Life is a bitch its how you handle her
You let the chips drop let 'em fall where they may
This an everyday struggle like Notorious say

Son
Come on son
Yeah, yeah I'm on one
Come on son
I I I

I got the recipe for rest in peace
I never ran but I'm looking so presidential
I still command you to arrest the chief rebellion is my specialty
While the mad cows convince you to invest in beef

I play this game without a referee so there ain't no official
So even Too Short couldn't blow the whistle
Oh yeah I flow a little you might a heard of me
Producers got restraining orders I murder beats

State of emergency like Dudus Coke you hate it but you love it though
We smoke roll one up a double dutch, but I ain't jumping rope
My gutter flow ice cold like the love below
Bring the hood right into your bungalow

Teach you how to start ironically bionic Lee Majors
Now you can do us a favor and stop your hoonish behavior
You rudest Judas who was an intruder, truly a hater
Stab your neighbor in the back you'll do anything to be famous

Stop posing for the camera I'm showing all you amateurs
Life is a bitch it's how you handle her
You let the chips drop, let 'em fall where they may
This an everyday struggle like Notorious say

Son
Come on son
Yeah, yeah I'm on one
Come on son
Yeah, yeah I'm on one