The One

[Intro] Aww Shout-out to Slaughterhouse Joe Budden Royce, Crooked, Joell Ugh Yeah [Verse] The game was looking weak, the whole scene starved So, I came through with some Muscle Milk and protein bars Barbells and jump ropes, Bowflexes to body it And a couple Billy Blanks Tae-Bo Karate kicks If you ain't million-dollar-dreaming, then we opposites In high school, I was voted "the most Ted DiBiase-est" Also "the most slept-on," 'cause my Ted DiBiase-ness An "Inglourious Basterd," and you looking like a Nazi, bitch They say, "It's hard out here for old boy" Then, tell me where Taraji is I am going so raw—watch me soy-sauce, wasabi this Nobu a damn Pro-Tools, hot as H-E-double hockey-sticks Make sure you give the chef your compliments And thank him for his constantly great tasting accomplishments Or smiley face emoticons if you want to remain anonymous My retirement's on hold, I got the whole world on conference Matchstick Man: I really have the confidence That I'ma give them good music like Common Sense and Consequence Content that's relative across the continent New York, Houston, Chi-Town, Los Angeles [Outro] Enemy Enemy of the State