Print

Ayo I'm throwing off your hand/eye coordination Now your modus operandi is subordination Niggas notice how my band flies across the nation Masta Ace, Edo, and I, the coronation Radio guys, really, how can I support the station? They only play music from dudes who can afford to pay them Fuck that, I'm storming through with different forms of mayhem Whether you're sleeping in or stepping to the AM Y'all rap niggas is hysterical That's why we're coming through to break down the walls like Chris Jericho You turn blue like varicose veins Soon as I shoot this convoluted venom dose to your brain Yeah, and as your system shuts down You recognize this is how the dope shit must sound I'm from New England so you know when I touch down I'm in the spot with legends and we're tearing shit the fuck down All for one, one for all You ready for the brawl, we answering the call There's only three of us and 300 of y'all But we coming with the battering ram to break the walls One for all and all for one All for one and one for all One for all and all for one SongtexteOne, one, one, huh haaa Edo, Ace. Akro, bold, not bashful King of the castle, stop your ride, break your axle Break the shackle of the rascals with whack flow The baldy, dread, and afro, we assholes You're the wrong groups hypeman Unexciting, Nazi, Adolf Eichmann Fighting the enlightening, the bottle of lightning Inciting, no biting, have you rappers re-writing Fuck conservatives and liberalism Never been forgiving 'cause I am the rhythm Fuck Illuminati and the symbolism Free your mind, homie, from the mental prison I been cocky, hip-hop hierarchy Ak been marinating just like teriyaki We don't die, you can't kill Rocky Love DJ's but hate Disc Jockeys All for one, one for all You ready for the brawl, we answering the call There's only three of us and 300 of y'all But we coming with the battering ram to break the walls One for all and all for one All for one and one for all One for all and all for one One, one, one, huh Listen, every verse that I spit be on some personal shit I'mma be cursing every person you with Man, I'm just trying to urge you to quit while you're behind Before you ahead, you gonna be dead or lose your mind You ain't verbally fit for the Fantastic Three, Ace, Ed, Ak Send you back to hell in a hand basket So beware, we go all out like a street fair You speak out and get stretched out like a beach chair Don't be quick to be looking to claim a victory 'Cause we swear, there's all kinds of defeat here Now be clear 'cause it's all painfully obvious This ain't a game and our main aim is to body this Any jerk saying he lyrically do work Ain't worth shit and his workmanship is the shoddiest This ain't a party, it's something closer to Mardi Gras We look at y'all and laugh at y'all, like 'hardy har' One for all and all for one All for one and one for all One for all, and all for one One, one, one, huh haaa Aus Songtexte Mania