One Shot

Lyrics

[Verse 1: KRS-One] I go on and on, my philosophies are strong As you can see, these other old schoolers are gone I'm on top of New York like King Kong These other sounds are falling, ring the alarm I wear rappers out like Sean John Hit 'em like a bong, blow 'em out like Chong Y'all got it all wrong If you a true artist, you know it ain't all about selling songs It's all about letter wars and metaphors Creating better tours, I think y'all better pause I spit just because and rip rappers for the love of it Ah, man, for the fuck of it I'd rather fast and pray But y'all wanna thug this shit, so let's get these guns out Others donate, from my hands It's in your pocket pulling all your funds out [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] Yes, KRS-One, Buckshot, split it Up the middle you only get one shot Get it? One Shot? Meaning half of both of their names Or better yet, I figure you better have aim Now pick a style, any style, choose one Political rap, conscious, crap, guns The score's tied, no time on the clock Better hit the bulls-eye, see what you got, one shot [Verse 2: Buckshot] I go on and on My philosophy, I gotta see the best hater perform Come on, who do it better than us? BS to BK stay reppin' with us Worldwide, Boot Camp Click till we D.O.A BDP, your beat don't play Get it together, buck sittin' in leather While you sittin' in your cloth and scratching your balls Try to figure out how I do it Even though you sell more records I'm still next to you, kid I don't give a fuck about numbers If I did, I'd jerk every artist like [?] does Now you wanna rock the game But you not Buckshot so you can't rock my name (Look at you) It's a goddamn shame Niggas got big money but still got a small brain [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] Yes, KRS-One, Buckshot, split it Up the middle you only get one shot Get it? One Shot? Meaning half of both of their names Or better yet, I figure you better have aim Now pick a style, any style, choose one Political rap, conscious, crap, guns The score's tied, no time on the clock Better hit the bulls-eye, see what you got, one shot [Verse 3: Buckshot] Okay You ain't seen a man beat the odd like me since OJ No way, what can I say? Motherfuckers be hustling hard, high hopes and low pay Don't play, look at the game, who is the ref To blow the whistle on the bullshit you do with your breath? Next, as a matter of fact, right now I'ma go left, see if you [?] right now Yes, you don't even know your website That's like having a fight facing a lead pipe, no light So I'ma guide you like the soap opera I'm so proper [?] no problem Goblins, goons Niggas with crack balloons yelling for more Black Moon Soon! For now y'all niggas bow to the Buck This ain't a movie when I got y'all yellin', "Cut" [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] Yes, KRS-One, Buckshot, split it Up the middle you only get one shot Get it? One Shot? Meaning half of both of their names Or better yet, I figure you better have aim Now pick a style, any style, choose one Political rap, conscious, crap, guns The score's tied, no time on the clock Better hit the bulls-eye, see what you got, one shot [Outro: Buckshot] Buckshot You stop the camera BDI Yeah, uh Dan the Man in the background Dan the Man in the background Dru-Ha in the background Duck Down in the background [?] in the background [?] in the background [?] in the background Brooklyn in the background Everyday we back now, KRS back now, what