I'm On One

[Intro Skit: Ed Lover]

Aiyyo this is Ed Lover man

Yo Talib, show these niggas what it is man

You're a real rhymer man, you're a real emcee man

These old doo-doo ass, bonehead

Fuckin Squarehead Spongebob-head motherfuck those kids

They ain't got no skills son, they can't do shit

Aiyyo Talib, tell 'em man, "C'MON SON~!"

[Intro: Talib Kweli & Khrysis]

(Yeah!) No sleep 'til Brooklyn

(Khrysis on the board with the heat y'all, Kweli)

Yeahhhh!! (Let's get 'em)

Son... c'mon son

Yeh, yeah, I'm on one

Son... c'mon son

I, I, I'm on one

Son... (yeah that's what you been waitin for) c'mon son

(You are now in TUUUNE!) Yeh, yeah, I'm on one

(You are now in tune) Son... c'mon son (Gutter Rainbows)

Yeah

[Verse 1]

This be that, crack it must be what you're usin if you challenge me

You're sniffin on that white girl

The Valeries, the Natalies, the Mallorys

Got you sweatin like you're losin 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 Corey

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 speakin at your colleges

Pathologies I keep my ghetto promises, I promise this

The rhyme'll leave you bloody as.. first responders get

You hear em coming with the sirens of titans like Kurt Vonnegut

They 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 emcee

This ain't WorldStar, homey this ain't Vlad TV

So stop posin for the camera, I'm showin all you amateurs

Life is a bitch, it's how you handle her

You let the chips (uh uh) drop, let 'em fall where they may

This an "Everyday Struggle" like Notorious say

[Hook]

Son {*scratched: "YEAH!"*} c'mon son

{"YEAH!"} Yeh, yeah, I'm on one

{"YEAH!"} C'mon son

{"YEAH!"} I, I, I

[Verse 2]

I got the recipe for rest in peace

I never ran, but I'm lookin 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 $hort couldn't "Blow the Whistle"

Oh yeah I flow a little! You mighta heard of me

Producers got restrainin orders.. I murder beats

State of emergency like Dudus Coke

You hate it but you love it though

We smoke and roll one up a double Dutch but I ain't jumpin rope

My gutter flow, ice cold like the love below

Bring the hood right into your bungalo

Teach you how to start, ironically bionic Lee Majors

Now you can do us a favor and stop your coonish behavior

You rude as Judas who was an intruder truly a hater

Stab your neighbor in the back, you'll do anything to be famous

Stop posin for the camera, I'm showin all you amateurs

Life is a bitch, it's how you handle her

You let the chips (uh uh) drop, let 'em fall where they may

This an "Everyday Struggle" like Notorious say

[Hook]

Son {*scratched: "YEAH!"*} c'mon son

{"YEAH!"} Yeh, yeah, I'm on one

{"YEAH!"} C'mon son

{"YEAH!"} Yeh, yeah, I'm on one

[Outro]

Now where y'all at man?

This is America ain't it?

Where can I be free?

Ay, you can do what you wanna do man

[Outro Skit: Ed Lover]

Yo what the fuck happened to skills man?

Y'all, y'all ain't go no skills man

Yo Kweli man, show these niggas what's goin on son

Show these niggas man that

Tha-tha-tha-that that old A-B-C shit

That they talkin 'bout is bullshit son

Get the FUCK outta here with that bullshit~!

Man where's Mos Def at anyway son?

F'real son, c'mon son!!