Only One - Cradle Orchestra (クレイドル・オーケストラ)

Where do i go from here (nowhere)

I'm at the top but i ain't going down my dear

Too many brothers hold fair close to you ain't supposed to

F**king up the image my eyes are so clear

Where do i go from here (nowhere)

I'm at the top but i ain't going down my dear

Too many brothers hold fair close to you ain't supposed to

F**king up the image my eyes are so clear

When you fiend for a voice or a beat for pete's sake

I mean what i speak and i say when beats break

Holder of the rhythm the rhyme crackle and pop

Controller of the limit that's why minimal stops

My voice penetrates through the microphone to the tape

Makes other MCs relocate

Never judge a book by its cover

I'm liable to blow race covered in red i ain't slow

Every joe straight down or every single pro

Always understands my method of movement upon a smooth tip

I'm never messing with no loose lips

Got me white tooth pick

Dirty looking hoochies with no true fit

I don't get down like that much

Respected the vic cuz the truth is i don't need a trick

All you groupies trying to grab on the stick

You get whipped no cream indeed

They fiend but there's only one me

Where do i go from here (nowhere)

I'm at the top but i ain't going down my dear

Too many brothers hold fair close to you ain't supposed to

F**king up the image my eyes are so clear

Where do i go from here (nowhere)

I'm at the top but i ain't going down my dear

Too many brothers hold fair close to you ain't supposed to

F**king up the image my eyes are so clear

To all you homies you don't know how to act

You get the bozack losing a minute ain't worth jack

Or a second matter of fact

I think i reckon you ain't down for the course so keep stepping

I've been trooping through a wasteland

Battered bruised but better step aside when the attitude moves the folks

I never mean it even as a youth keep dreaming in a deep sleep

Every joe straight down or every single pro

Always understands my method of movement upon a smooth tip

I'm never messing with no loose lips

Got me white tooth pick

Dirty looking hoochies with no true fit

I don't get down like that much

Respected the vic cuz the truth is i don't need a trick

All you groupies trying to grab on the stick

You get whipped no cream indeed

They fiend but there's only one me

Where do i go from here (nowhere)

I'm at the top but i ain't going down my dear

Too many brothers hold fair close to you ain't supposed to

F**king up the image my eyes are so clear

Where do i go from here (nowhere)

I'm at the top but i ain't going down my dear

Too many brothers hold fair close to you ain't supposed to

F**king up the image my eyes are so clear

When you fiend for a drum or group that straight moves as it soothes

You listen to it straight through to prove

To everybody why the rhythm is rude and smooth

A little jagged voice fantastic

On the microphone need got it great

Growing habit of keeping it gritty and a bit elaborate

Cold track into a labyrinth of rhymes

Hold attacking every problem of the mind

Keep inclined cymbals songs intertwined ruin every element of song

To the groovebox know what to do and do not

Keep steady keep the voice and the drum heavy

I see you bobbing your head so thank goon trax

When you off track i'm here to help you get your goove back

For a second at least keep your ear to the street

This ain't a huxtable speech there's only one need

Where do i go from here (nowhere)

I'm at the top but i ain't going down my dear

Too many brothers hold fair close to you ain't supposed to

F**king up the image my eyes are so clear

Where do i go from here (nowhere)

I'm at the top but i ain't going down my dear

Too many brothers hold fair close to you ain't supposed to

F**king up the image my eyes are so clear