Lyrical Breakdown of One - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

(Feat. T.M.F.)

[Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)]

Yo, yeah {"New Ghostface!"}

Yeah, to glorious days {"one"}

Yeah God, check it out y'all

We back, yes yes y'all {"one"}

(Fake roller derbies)

Yeah, masked avengers

We're here to sharpen your sword {"one"}

All praises due to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan

Scream on it, Ghost

[Ghostface]

Aiyyo, we at the weedgate, waitin for Jake

We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villians yelling bellyaches {"one"}

Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass

Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"}

Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know

Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" {"one"}

Guests started mashing, CVL, Ice Water battlion

Past tense place to gold caskets {"one"}

Dru Hill bitches, specialist loungin at the mosk

Suede cufy, Rabbi come dig up a dentist {"one"}

Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target

When the NARC's hit, rumor is you might start to spit {"one"}

You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted

On the dancefloor, mangos is free followed by Ghost {"one"}

Dug behind monument cakes, we never half-baked

Alaskan, cess-capade, pushin new court dates {"one"}

Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice

The branches in my weed be the vein {"one"}

Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you

See daddy rock a wristful {"one"}

Moder-en slave God, graveyard spells, fog your goggles

Layin like needles in the hospital {"one"}

Five steps to conquer, Ax Vernon debt, big ass whistle

Ziploc your ear, here thistle {"one"}

[T.M.F. - both]

To my real bitches take your drawers off

To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off {"one"}

Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face

And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off!" {"one"}

[Ghostface]

Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"}

Aiyyo, crash thru, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask

That's the pass, heavy ice Roley layin on the dash {"one"}

Love the grass, cauliflower hurtin when I dumped the trash

Sour mash surgeon, heavy glass up at the Wally bash {"one"}

Sunsplash, autograph blessin with your name slashed

Backdraft, four-pounders screamin with the pearly hats {"one"}

Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes

Mrs. Dash, sprinkle wit her icicle eyelash {"one"}

Ask Cap or Pendergrass for backstage passes

Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mattress {"one"}

Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress

Distract the cat while I'm high sugar get a crack at this {"one"}

Dickin down Oprah, jumprope, David Dinkins

Watch the Black mayor of DC, hit them open

Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover

Hit the sport's bar, tell a young lady to bend over {"one"}

Meditated yoga, powder ball, dancin with the vulture

Castor Troy layin for Travolta {"one"}

Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy

God glow, seven-fifteen, fall be heavenly {"one"}

Aiyyo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies

Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they goin crazy {"one"}

Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts

Fast from the heart y'all, and GROW UP {"one"}

[Outro: Ghostface, (Trey-Mack), ]

Aiyyo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin joint

We all connect as {"one"}

(Aw shit, baby) Straight up and down y'all

(Staple-town, y'all) Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? {"one"}

(Ah-hah, knowI'msayin? Trey-Mack, what?)

How many nuts you might bust? {"one"}

Haha, straight up and down

{"one"}

(How many shots?) {"one"}

{"one"}

(That's it) Word up

How many cakes we bake, y'all? {"one"}

(Yo, yo, yo) {"one"}

(Aw shit, haha) {"one"}

{"one"}