One by Emcee Q Lyrics
Sssshhhhh put your ear to the ground
There's a new sound in town
To be found out through stand out kids who know what's going down
Going up, to be real, til I get crowns, no toupees
I'll come down in ashes, and other rappers are Pompeii
And the beats there too, in the living room of some old Italianos
Make careers cut to black like the end of the sopranos
They're good because they've had enough
I'm good because I'm good at it
Goods are never good enough
Possessions are not what matters
But to have everything is better than to lack
So I made it my mission on thIs earth to give back
Be it through lyrics or economics, development or charity
I want to raise the lower end of the income disparity
And while we're introspective like awkward kids at a formal
Thoughts of rapping distract me from studying. Is that normal?
Damn I'm different, in a world of world's ends I'm talking globe
In a world of girls' ends, I'm talking smile, eyes, and nose
In a world of pretend, I'm letting facts dictate my poems
In a world of defense, I tell my boys to keep scoring
My lyrics are my story and my story is my lyrics
I'm dream chasing, dream catching, Navajo spirits
Yeah I'm catching 'em, catching up, With every line I'm casting out
They're reeling while I'm reeling in, this is the sound they're asking 'bout
It's panning out, with Manna now, plans secure like I'm patted down
Heard of this animal? I'm secret menu, in and out
So clean it's anti-bacterial
Sweeter than your favorite cereal
Spirit so high it's ethereal
Sphere of influence so large you can call it imperial
Ariel, career is still tony hawk underground
In the paint, so we're not around
And you can shoot threes all you want
But you'll never have our style, yeve st. Laurent
Burque's lebron
But never transfer to the southeast
I keep my words straight, I'm a mouth piece
And there's no beef, I have mouth peace
Words stay hot, I have a mouth fleece
Experiment and refine my style
Until it's recognized as the finest style
I won't hide behind my bars like a criminal
Yeah my words leave an impression, not subliminal
I can make 'em mean something like algo in Spanish
Or I can make 'em shallow, like the divers can't manage
Fans talk, I'm getting buzz like I'm 2 to 3 drinks in
They're creating a network and I'm trying to be Linkdin
I want staying power, just liked I was inked in
No pyramid schemes, a monument with no hijinks in
Lay it down large, you could say I'm sphinxing
Whitest rapper on the plah-nit, I'll let that reference sink in
There's a new sound in town
To be found out through stand out kids who know what's going down
Going up, to be real, til I get crowns, no toupees
I'll come down in ashes, and other rappers are Pompeii
And the beats there too, in the living room of some old Italianos
Make careers cut to black like the end of the sopranos
They're good because they've had enough
I'm good because I'm good at it
Goods are never good enough
Possessions are not what matters
But to have everything is better than to lack
So I made it my mission on thIs earth to give back
Be it through lyrics or economics, development or charity
I want to raise the lower end of the income disparity
And while we're introspective like awkward kids at a formal
Thoughts of rapping distract me from studying. Is that normal?
Damn I'm different, in a world of world's ends I'm talking globe
In a world of girls' ends, I'm talking smile, eyes, and nose
In a world of pretend, I'm letting facts dictate my poems
In a world of defense, I tell my boys to keep scoring
My lyrics are my story and my story is my lyrics
I'm dream chasing, dream catching, Navajo spirits
Yeah I'm catching 'em, catching up, With every line I'm casting out
They're reeling while I'm reeling in, this is the sound they're asking 'bout
It's panning out, with Manna now, plans secure like I'm patted down
Heard of this animal? I'm secret menu, in and out
So clean it's anti-bacterial
Sweeter than your favorite cereal
Spirit so high it's ethereal
Sphere of influence so large you can call it imperial
Ariel, career is still tony hawk underground
In the paint, so we're not around
And you can shoot threes all you want
But you'll never have our style, yeve st. Laurent
Burque's lebron
But never transfer to the southeast
I keep my words straight, I'm a mouth piece
And there's no beef, I have mouth peace
Words stay hot, I have a mouth fleece
Experiment and refine my style
Until it's recognized as the finest style
I won't hide behind my bars like a criminal
Yeah my words leave an impression, not subliminal
I can make 'em mean something like algo in Spanish
Or I can make 'em shallow, like the divers can't manage
Fans talk, I'm getting buzz like I'm 2 to 3 drinks in
They're creating a network and I'm trying to be Linkdin
I want staying power, just liked I was inked in
No pyramid schemes, a monument with no hijinks in
Lay it down large, you could say I'm sphinxing
Whitest rapper on the plah-nit, I'll let that reference sink in