One Mic Songtext - Nas

One time... yeh... yeh

Yo all I need is one mic, one beat
One stage, one nigga
Front my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his Son did
Pure... like a cup of virgin blood
Mixed with 151
One sip'll make a nigga flip
Writin' names on my hollow tips
Plottin' shit
Mad dollars
Who I’m goin body
This hood politics
Acknowledging
Leave bodies chopped up in garbages
Seeds watch us
Grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us
Roll up and try knockin' us
One knee I duck
Coult it be my time is up
With my luck, I got up
The cops shot again
Bust out glass burst
A fein drops his Heineken
Ricochetin between the spots that I'm hiding in
Blacking out, I shoot back
Fuck gettin' hit
This is my hood
I'ma rap til the death of it
To everybody - Come home
Little niggas is grown
Hood rats
Don't abortion your womb
We need more warriors soon
Sent from the stars, sun, and the moon
And it's a like the police chase us
Street sweepers and coppers
Stick up kids with no conscience
Leaving victims with doctors
If you really think you ready to die
With nines out
This is what Nas is about
Niggas the time is now

Chorus
Yo, all I need is one mic
All I need is one mic... is all I need
All I need is one mic... is all I need, niggas
All I need is one mic... yeh

Verse 2
All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen and one prayer

One breath
I’m one man
What I stand for speaks for itself
They don't understand
Or wanna see me on top
Too egotistical
Talking all that slick shit
The same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is
Niggas'll move on you
Only if they know
what your weakness is
I have none
Too late to grab guns
I'm blasting
Cause I'm a cruel nigga
Thought I wouldn't have that ass done
Fooled you niggas
What do you call an infinite brawl
Eternal souls clashing
Pork is deep
Some beef is everlasting
Complete with big scars
Brothers lifin' each other up in prison yards
Drama, where does it start
You know the block was ill
As a youngster
Every night it was like a
Cop would be killed
Body found in the dumpster
For real, a hustler
Purchase my range
Niggas throwing dirt on my name
Jealous cause feins
Got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda known she wasn't true
She came to me when her man caught us in us
I never make the same mistakes
Moving with a change of pace, lighter load
So now the king is straight
Swellin' my mellon cause none of these niggas feel hurt anymore
Tellin' police how can a king pin squeal
This is crazy
I'm on a right track I’m finally found
We need some soul searching
The time is now

Chorus

That’s all I ever needed in this world
Fuck cash, fuck the cars, fuck the jewelry
Spread my voice to the whole world

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