The One

[Intro] (This is not for the radio!) 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 [Verse One] 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