Take One by King JAN Lyrics
[Intro]
Take One
Take One
[Verse 1]
Even a blind brudda could see that the boy got it
Kick down the door cause you clearly ain't see is knocking
I just want the fruits of my labour before they rotten
I came in this bitch with nothing and left with a full stocking
Shocking
I ain't quiet I'm plottin
You man are talking bout nothing, talking bout shotting your imposting
Impostor syndrome feeling outta place and I'm lost and
I'm finding my way out like Shawshank Tim Robbins or Andy Duffrane
On the other side of all the shit you been saying
Which is funny cause you now can't get close like I stink
I'm in the game, of this rap shit
Got the atlas where my hands is
Like everything from this point backwards was just practice
Fighting all these demons that meeting inside my conscience
Battling long days with short temper and options
Opted all the way into this shit i'm locked in
This time I ain't playing like get the fuck out my cockpit
Pitch cock to your girl then cut her off like a hostage
In my own lane to rap gods i'm agnostic
All thats on my mind is weed, pussy and losses
That I took like a thief and getting back on my feet
Jheeze
[Verse 2]
Even a deaf burdda can hear me loud and clear
My sound revered your bound to fear
Me when the pen hit
I'm making myself sick
Selfish, self centred but selfless when the cells mix
I'm talking bout sex cells and sex sells
So I'm a fuck the shit out of every track til I excel
Spread like excel until the fan-base is XL
We already living in hell so just exhale
[Verse 3]
Even my own bruddas can tell that I'm fucking heartless
Pitch black like the market I can buy all your organs
Take my brain out my head on my hands I'm fucking retarted
Ooh, you smell coffee? Ooh spill it on your coffin
Wake up the fucking dead in the early hours of morning
Then you wake up to the sight of a fucking zombie
Man like me flip the script so I finish before I started
She call you baby, she gonna get aborted
(Take One)
Take One
Take One
[Verse 1]
Even a blind brudda could see that the boy got it
Kick down the door cause you clearly ain't see is knocking
I just want the fruits of my labour before they rotten
I came in this bitch with nothing and left with a full stocking
Shocking
I ain't quiet I'm plottin
You man are talking bout nothing, talking bout shotting your imposting
Impostor syndrome feeling outta place and I'm lost and
I'm finding my way out like Shawshank Tim Robbins or Andy Duffrane
On the other side of all the shit you been saying
Which is funny cause you now can't get close like I stink
I'm in the game, of this rap shit
Got the atlas where my hands is
Like everything from this point backwards was just practice
Fighting all these demons that meeting inside my conscience
Battling long days with short temper and options
Opted all the way into this shit i'm locked in
This time I ain't playing like get the fuck out my cockpit
Pitch cock to your girl then cut her off like a hostage
In my own lane to rap gods i'm agnostic
All thats on my mind is weed, pussy and losses
That I took like a thief and getting back on my feet
Jheeze
[Verse 2]
Even a deaf burdda can hear me loud and clear
My sound revered your bound to fear
Me when the pen hit
I'm making myself sick
Selfish, self centred but selfless when the cells mix
I'm talking bout sex cells and sex sells
So I'm a fuck the shit out of every track til I excel
Spread like excel until the fan-base is XL
We already living in hell so just exhale
[Verse 3]
Even my own bruddas can tell that I'm fucking heartless
Pitch black like the market I can buy all your organs
Take my brain out my head on my hands I'm fucking retarted
Ooh, you smell coffee? Ooh spill it on your coffin
Wake up the fucking dead in the early hours of morning
Then you wake up to the sight of a fucking zombie
Man like me flip the script so I finish before I started
She call you baby, she gonna get aborted
(Take One)