Songtext Only one Linkin Park

Only one

Its time for me to get on and represent the Bronxso lets set this shit off like this Uhh, now check it, underground verbal hip hop you selectedby only a few, this type of artist is boughtso like Bartles & James thank you for your supportit's time for all this chit-chat to skit-skatarent you tired of hearin ple-ple-ple-ple-plarase the level of your listenen pleasure a letterand let the teacher put these new jacks under pleasuremy first name is hip hop no doubtmy last name is run with me breath for breathyes I'll blow your lungs outBLO
W! And cut your tongue outand use that shit to clean my rug out
I aint even start to bug outsomebody requested for the teacher to get activecuz of all these rappers I look good to battle
Im unattractive when actively in your brain cavityyou be singin 1-2-3, and your family B-D-PI'm Total 'Cant you see'I took it thereyou bee sayin with your swollin eyedamn it just aint fuckin fairbut your crew told you what was upyou just didn't give a fuck my lyrics are intactso my picture you can pin it uptake me outà Give it up your late
I rocked the 9-1-7 when it was 7-1-8I'm a juvenile deliquent group home lord of the statethe truth about the matter is that I feel greatI'm comin in the form of the mind-bender bar tenderservin that lyrical-net serve your chest then send aremember battlin MC's Im not always doincuz we need new rappers and careers I always ruinwhat are you pursuin, who in the hell want this frictionI'll volt your scene and make you drum machine start blitchinswitchin my diction, I'm quick you need a fixin-
Im quick to turn you off like the light in a kitchen Chorus -sample/scratching of-
Cuz Krs One means simply one Krsthats it, thats all solo, single the one no less VerseI do my dirt and I keep it to myself
I don't speak it on record and to no one elseyou think about...when you do crimes you talk about itHEL
L NO! You keep that real shit on the lowcuz prison aint a place you motherfuckers wanna be athalf of you motherfuckers would turn trickBELIEV
E THAT!yo I can see that, all you ask is where the weed atàyou vision is as far as whereever you throw the seed at
Look at Malcolm X and try to be thator get lost if you cant pick up where Malcolm X left offdon't you know were listened to by judges and lawyerswhen you go to court they play your album for yathen you turn into Tom Sawyer fictionbeggin a judge to just listen sayin...if you listen to my album twice, the positive message is....they shut yo ass up and give you life
Had you hah a wife instead of bein a loverthe court would of seen you as a family man wit some structurebut you is a wild brother, black women you cant respect emnow you catchin wreck in your rep
Negativity never had no pull in jailyeah, its positivity that they hailbut you fail, cuz red books you can't read emyour people you mislead emyour people you mistreat emmislead em for fun...my name is KRS ONE!KRS ONE......KRS ONEReal Headz they down wit us
Yeah, Krs One representinwit outta fraction of a motherfuckin doubt