One of a Kind versuri

One of a Kind lyrics by Dr. Classified

Intro
Oh, okay
Aight, I’mma go in

Verse 1
Call it DJ Khaled, I’m the best, movin’ up the bidness
I see the crackers fakin’ shit, they pullin’ up they britches
Murder every beat I come across and y’all the fuckin’ witness
I’m on Brotha Lynch Hung shit, dawg, ‘tis the Season of the Sickness
Matter fact, I’mma be honest, you soundin’ fake as fuck
Y’all are try’na say that I ain’t game, you wanna say it’s luck
Let me paint this picture for y’all, I’ll even frame it up
I’m the lyric guy, you see a beat? You say the lamest stuff
Now I love me the melody but lemmе see your treasury
Come from your persona, not your rеmedy
It better be quality or I’m finna be up and leavin’
Or I’ll go Carti, take my shirt off and make you stop breathin’
I ain’t playing games, diss me, I’m sayin’ name
Fuck around, you find out I get Super Saiyan rage
Take the blame or your future won’t remain the same
And that don’t mean good, you just gotta face your shame
Yeah, yeah, my flow supersonic
It’s too sick to fix, there ain’t a cure, no tonic
It’s superspeed, my flow is like electricity
No plug for enemies when I fit into the socket

Chorus
Best believe that when Classi on a track
He gon’ snap up on a beat just like a master in his craft
Got the skill to put a bastard in his lapse
Ain’t gon’ switch no lanes, he ain’t try’na crash the whip this fast, dawg

Verse 2
Bitch, I play my cards in all the right hands
And I just need one to ruin your plans
And you notice that I got a luck so divine
That all I need’s a motherfuckin’ one of a kind
I’m one of a kind, finna fuck up your mind
With a scheme to believe, homies rush to my rhymes
And wanna hop on my tracks, and then get on my beat and snap, yeah
I collect features like Pokèmon cards
You collect lil’ pennies, your shit is not hard
I’m a fresh cookie, you a school-made Pop Tart
I’m leagues above you when it comes to the hot bars
I’m just fuckin’ around with a laptop, with a muhfuckin’ desk as a backdrop
Still makin’ you hit the fuckin’ asphalt with a beat I made as an afterthought
Got a fuckin’ chain I ain’t afraid to show it
It ain’t cost much but it still shine, it’s still glowin’
If I got Gengar on my neck, then I’m goin’ horrorcore, bitch
If I’m lyin’, God strike me dead at this very moment
Okay okay, don’t got much left to say
I’m livin’ out a life of writin’ bars and gettin’ fuckin’ paid
Wouldn’t need a job if labels looked right to my way
But I’ll stay independent ‘til I’m buried in a grave, bitch

Chorus
Best believe that when Classi on a track
He gon’ snap up on a beat just like a master in his craft
Got the skill to put a bastard in his lapse
Ain’t gon’ switch no lanes, he ain’t try’na crash the whip this fast, dawg