The One — текст песни

Yo, you gotta turn you volume all the way up on this one

(This is for the people!)

You are now listening to the sounds of the one

Reks. Statik Selektah

This gon' get a lot of people offended

As if I give a fuck

I am not a racist, but I do not believe in equality

Nigga, spic, honky, follow me

Now that I got your attention, bitch you can swallow me

I can give a fuck if you get offended, I gotta speak

Nigga this, nigga that, first learn a nigga’s facts

This entire country been built on black people’s backs

This entire country been built on black people’s backs

This entire country been built on black people’s backs

I am not homophobic, but I do not believe in you faggots

Stay in the closet, Catholic priest maggot

Elton John habits, raised with Bert and Ernie in bathtubs

Scrubbing each other’s backs, that’s ass-backwards

Parents teaching they kids like R. Kelly and Jackson

Bitches flaunting bellies cause tight shirts' the fashion

Where the fuck is the guidance, the education, the passion?

Where the fuck is the guidance, the education, the passion?

I am not a gangsta, but I do not believe that you pop shells

Cook coke, bag hoes, got mil’s

What have we learned from all the rappers who got killed?

All of this commotion in rap, most of it’s not real

Ain’t even been on the block as much as you on the block

But we be off the block moment that we had a deal

Said we be off the block moment that we had a deal

Said we be off the block (ONE! ONE! ONE! ONE!)

I am no politician and I do not believe in our government

'Bout Saddam or where Osama went

We know where the soldiers are, still we keep pouring on

Pouring more dead bodies on the dead bodies

And instead of hearing sorry we get four more years

Of the Bush family killing, ignoring our tears

When Diddy said, «vote or die», Jada asked the question «why?»

We sat and watched our brothers fall like Ray Charles did

I am not a rapist, still I believe you can be touched

Get held down and then get crushed

Robbery expert, believe this a stick-up

Murder the opposition, diverging the competition

The middle finger still up, fuck the world

Life’s a bitch, I feel cause my bottles half empty

I have not the energy for enemies and such

Half this industry washed up, the other half suck

I am not the unsigned hype, I’m the unsigned five mics

I’m two knocks, look dice, these are the right price

People, I breathe light

The ressurection of two Bigs, one Pac, one Christ

I am not the devil

I’m speaking from beneath his level tryin' to reach the sunshine like Icarus

Flow still ridiculous, whole click is syndacite

Spit sentences infinite, to the death

Who am I? Who am I?

I’m the one