an extraterrestrial way (what?) She shine in an extraterrestrial way, E.T. ("Shine shine shine..") [One.Be.Lo] Yo, that night we both shined like a +Binary Star+ I still can't
[Intro ? One.Be.Lo] (female) (Now Lo, how did this all start for you?) I mean, it started for me, you know, watchin the Fat Boys Listenin to the Fat
[Intro ? One.Be.Lo] {*Beatboxing*} Aight, I'm ready How y'all doin out there? What's goin on? Yo, check this out [Verse 1] November 7th, 1976, now that
'm tryin to work on that (Word, oh so they want you to prove your qualification?) Yeah so (damn) tell me what you think about this.. [One.Be.Lo] So so
only bring you gifts when you're mentally asleep He knows when you're asleep and he knows when you're awake He knows when you be bad so be good for goodness
Expression by Binary Star, scratches] [One.Be.Lo:] {"Your torch keep me burning"} {"Hip-hop" - Senim Silla"} {"The torch, torch" - One.Be.Lo} {[scratches
bringin home the bacon ? see you later I crave soul food without the pork flavor [Chorus] [Outro - Decompoze] (One.Be.Lo) Illustrated, yeah, Trackezoids Poze, One.Be.Lo
called WaterWorld Shaped like a mitten, I rock the mic hittin my block, recite copywritten rhymes I be spittin Nobody knows the true identity It's a Clark Kent thing, One
Cause as long as we around, hip-hop will never die [One Be Lo] It don't take a G.E.D. to figure out [One Be Lo + Decompoze] That the S.U.B. is what
[One.Be.Lo] Yo, you know my fame (who?), you know my title (what?) Every rhyme I kick get it started like a motorcycle Harley Davidson -- every time
Rappers thinkin' they shall overcome one day, they must be dreamin' And I'm lyrical James ---- It's the one man army General, subliminal Yo it's the one
extraterrestrial way (what?) She shine in an extraterrestrial way, E.T. ("Shine shine shine..") [One.Be.Lo] Yo, that night we both shined like a +Binary Star+ I still can't
Mercedes 600 But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't (Chorus til fade)
days (let's do it again) High tech boots spray painted witcha names (do it a) T-shirts airbrushed that read the same (let's do it again) Thick herringbone chain, one
would be so you might as well thank God for me But isn't it amazing, how the antenna ain't nothing but a sinner You just can't go and be ordained over
Hard head, young nigga don't believe that shit, til I see that shit See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that shit Ok, everybody know everybody
rapiando Y no sabe lo que estan hablando They don't call me Mr. 305 for nothin' I earned that ***, dale I don't mess with that smack, I don't mess with
