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The One

Chubb Rock

The One

1991

we worked real hard to make it def and it was fun
And made it suitable to be ripped by - The One

[Verse Three]
The One - has the mentality

the Lord ain't on his side tonight
His soul be rose in the sky tonight
Cause this guy be like, "My shit
Is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
And you

boys can’t get rid of me (Nah)
Money coming, money coming in them bad b’s wanna chill with me (Mm mm)
Little hooker go and act your age
Cause kway back

a tight rope
I learned from the old folks how life sometimes can feel like a joke
I laugh but ain't nothing funny, the struggle is real
I know how it feels

tepid off brand shit
I move that Walter Walter White
You merely pray to be on this dick
I'm moving from rags to riches
I'm John Kramer to these bitches

quick they were to take the life of Tamir
Rice, This life is so precious
How could be taken by those that we pay to protect us
Leaving that party as if

as gang by my side
We ain ever scared we bout the smoke
Ain gone hide, hide, hide

We just gone talk about numbers because all
These woman and men they be

witha mic 
I’m here to slaughter 

Any mothafucka thinking they can flow it like water
I’m the one with the blue like the breaking bad Walter 
Call me

You know that our scene be dry
If there isn't a rapper who's spitting fly
Imma Get 'em Blinded by going eye to eye
You know that our scene be dry
If

the land and seas
Murderers and people that defend the bees
Women and they children and the men they please
Sky dimming, I be grinning I can end this

the heights that I'm grabbing for 
No fabrication this fabric is sacred 
Took a lifetime to make it
Bundles in window seals tucked by the basement 
Money

you a better person
I’m hard to be pressed by, I study to know the real lies
Idolized, recognize the fake ones, who’s down to ride
Who the type

blow this place with cyanide
Like walter white did those Guys
My state of mind of mine
Defies logic, when I ryme
Like supersonic air strikes
Like killa

pink just like a Kirby
Smart
Out the clay a bulldog bitch I bite no I don't bark
Them street lights on you know you can't be outside in the dark
This

yard, in endangered places
You'll be completely gone, I won't leave no traces
And this is just a song, I'm not gonna be catching any cases
Call me Walter

something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long

Walter
I'm with some real crips not salters
He said that we can- the chain for nothin'
They said smoke, but they ain't gunnin'
That stick on me, yeah, with

wit my baba mama
I stay out the way I be thuggin everyday
But a nigga finna deal with this mf karma
Damn cuz my bm just keep it in family
That bitch

all this pain that I don’t want to show
How I have my back against the wall?
I thought you be here, but you was not the one to call
Momma and my sister

Dripping like I'm Walter Baker
You done seen me fail and rise Again
This my immortal nature
I received a message from hater
I won't respond back
He say got

Yeah yeah
Go OG Smxxv, yeah
All these plays make me think I’m Walter Payton
(Walter Payton)
This bitch be drinking rum, she think she Jamaican
(she

life

I strive for the sunny days
Spending it fully blazed, this can't be no gully phase
They're calling me scummy mate
I tour the UK and don't care what

love, real love, real love
(This shit is) real love, real love, real love
(Wanna be fulfilled) love, real love, real love
(And who gon' show me)
Real

to make choices be friends or keep wielding, my sword and real shit the blood sheds more appealing, so all the kings horses and all of his men, 

Are now