[Verse One]
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Now here comes the one on the scene to redeem, a dream
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seen a couple of years ago when I was just a teen..ager
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The need to come off at that particular time wasn't major
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Now I have to wear a pager
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on my waist just in case I have to go someplace
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somewhere can't bear to be late, cause the race is on
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for all with the ruffneck song
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Even though they weren't born in the Carribean like me
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And others that were all brothers there's a lot in the pot
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Floridian(?) Sibian(?) to be Divvian(?)
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I waited for a few for mine, I knew the time was gonna come
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You can bet I'ma collect the whole lump sum
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of the green, the revenue, the ducats, the monies
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is whatever you call it there's some complementary honies
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I'm just the ultimate Don Juan nig-Jacabozi(?)
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Never fell, I can spell, F-E-L-L like Yahtzee
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For each I'm gonna reach and teach with the speech
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If you riff, I'ma flip like Nadia Comaneci
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Win the gold; the bronze is for Hans and Franz
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I'm not (?) on no dirty hoes, I know the pros and cons
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which will enable me to wear a cable
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and collect large sums of funds
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and here he - here comes - The One
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[Verse Two]
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Now here comes the man - the man that had the plan
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that in one year he will gain a million fans
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Heh - and if you map it out he did
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accomplish and astonish, grabbin the hearts of every kid
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Yes I've created a realistic mirage in my garage
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that one day Chubb'll be large
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Not large in the sense that I'll be immense
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but my financial status and my pockets'll be the fattest around
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with a boomin sound which bounds
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to give Hitman Howie Tee a royal crown
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on his head or his noggin I don't how be loggin(?)
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or the simple sounds you hear in your Walkman when joggin
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or toboggan down the hill with a few minutes to kill
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You flipped in the tape you just barely escaped
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that tree in your way you just realized that hey,
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you have to be very careful of the tape that you play
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If it's one of mine, you have to sit and relax
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and max and prepare to hear funky tracks
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and the lyrical storm cause when it rains it pours
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into retail stores, a little comedic and yours
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But you know, deep in the gut, the nut
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was you-know-what, all over the cut
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Yes we worked real hard to make it def and it was fun
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And made it suitable to be ripped by - The One
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[Verse Three]
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The One - has the mentality of
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an ignorant ruffneck, but then to get loved
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is in my heart even though externally I rarely show it
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I'm not the guy you wanna go wit'
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If there's beef, I'm the butcher that will go and settle it
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I don't preach their rhetorhic
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The One hates when you say he's number two
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or number eight on the countdown - my sound
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is unique, you sleep, you'll weap
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You'll wreak of my words dangles in your cheeks
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So spit em out now, read about thou - take our your camera
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Take a flick of the man with the stamina
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to get your girl Tabitha to have a crush on this
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I don't use Nautilus - cause I don't pump no weights to get dates
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The One is the only one
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and I shall not have no other one but this one - word up!
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Yo Howie, flick on the beat, show me where the rhyme at
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and then the jam will kick like Timac(?)
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Howie takes a style when he's developing my track
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so you'll have the feeling of the flavor to buy that
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so your audible appendages will be numb
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And say, "Where did hip-hop get 'em from?"
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Long live the ANC, Walter Sisulu
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from South Africa, Mr. Mandela you're the real one
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The One
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Chubb Rock |