One Time (feat. Dice Raw)

Verse 1: phonte

Yo, the spirit in the sky scream homicide

But it was time to ride on some niggas funny talking

If too much money talking

We make em economize

Real rap - no tale spinning, such is the life of a

Kam-i-ka-ze pilot

We wyling out of control until we all make the funny papers like comic-con

Feared in all streets so, if you ever see me out in y'all streets

Find another one to occupy

I never hope for the best

I wish a nigga would

Turn around and walk away

I wish a nigga could

Listen to my instincts and say fuck the rest

But once you've had the best better ain't as good

Weak-heartedness cannot be involved

Stick to the script, nigga - fuck your improv

Like the samurai

The street's hammurabi code

Play your part, shut the fuck up, and do as i was told

Hook

I was always late for the bus

Just once can i be on time

Then i start to think what's the rush

Who wants to be on time

Feeling unlucky and if i ever got lucky it was one time

In this crazy world

Verse 2: black thought

Not a thing i fear besides fear itself

This is clearly a lesson learned for someone else

Reach for the crown of thorns upon the shelf

Cross around my neck

I've been taught by stealth

Capture this moment in time… it's a smash and grab

And where my party people y'all finna have a blast

You say goodbye… i say hello first and last

Hello-hello… now all of y'all elevate your glass

To an example of what time will do to you

When those nameless things just keep on eluding you

When shit is new to you and lies is true to you

Words of suspects-usual… coming though to you

Man, i guess if i was ever lucky it was one time

Then i went missing looking for the sublime

A n*gga stayed low, left the ladder unclimbed

Time after time, verse blank, the line unrhymed

Hook

You ever wonder what's the big fuss...

For everyone be on time

What's the big deal, why do they feel

The need to have us marching on line

Feeling unlucky and if i'd ever got lucky it was one time

In this crazy world

Verse 3: dice raw

I wonder when you die do you hear harps and bagpipes

If you born on the other side of the crack pipe

N*ggas learn math just to understand the crack price

Then drive in head first like the jack knife

Cause out here, yo you niggas can't belly flop

If you wanna make the noise inside your belly stop

One time means being on the front line

Being on the front line means ducking one time

The pendulum swinging my way- couldn't be more blind

Niggas talk to the cops? not even one time

Cause we all going down just like the subprime

Or a cheap ass half gallon of ballantine

But hopping over gates to escape is sublime

Then through the alley way and down to the sub line

Tales from the streets

A life of high crime

To make it to the bottom

Such a high climb

Hook

I was always late for the bus

Just once can i be on time

Then i start to think what's the rush

Who wants to be on time

Feeling unlucky and if i ever got lucky it was one time

In this crazy world