The One - Chubb Rock

One and here comes the one and one

And one and here comes the one, one

One and here comes the one and one

And one and here comes the one, one

One and here comes the one and one

And one and here comes the one, one

One and here comes the one and one

One and here comes the one, one

Now here comes the one on the scene to redeem, a dream

Seen a couple of years ago when I was just a teenager

The need to come off at that particular time wasn’t major

Now I have to wear a pager

On my waist just in case I have to go some place

Somewhere can’t bear to be late, 'cause the race is on

For all with the ruff neck song

Even though they weren’t born in the Carribean like me

And others that were all brothers there’s a lot in the pot

Floridian sibian to be divvian

I waited for a few for mine, I knew the time was gonna come

You can bet I’ma collect the whole lump sum

Of the green, the revenue, the ducats, the monies

Is whatever you call it there’s some complementary honies

I’m just the ultimate don juan nig-jacabozi

Never fell, I can spell, F E L L like yahtzee

For each I’m gonna reach and teach with the speech

If you riff, I’ma flip like Nadia Comaneci

Win the gold, the bronze is for Hans and Franz

I’m not on no dirty hoes, I know the pros and cons

Which will enable me to wear a cable

And collect large sums of funds

And here he here comes the one

And here comes the one and one

And one and here comes the one, one

One and here comes the one and one

And one and here comes the one, one

One and here comes the one and one

And one and here comes the one, one

One and here comes the one and one

One and here comes the one, one

Now here comes the man the man that had the plan

That in one year he will gain a million fans

Heh and if you map it out he did

Accomplish and astonish, grabbin' the hearts of every kid

Yes I’ve created a realistic mirage in my garage

That one day chubb will be large

Not large in the sense that I’ll be immense

But my financial status and my pockets will be the fattest around

With a boomin' sound which bounds

To give hitman Howie tee a royal crown

On his head or his noggin' I don’t how be loggin'

Or the simple sounds you hear in your walkman when joggin'

Or toboggan down the hill with a few minutes to kill

You flipped in the tape you just barely escaped

That tree in your way you just realized that hey

You have to be very careful of the tape that you play

If it’s one of mine, you have to sit and relax

And max and prepare to hear funky tracks

And the lyrical storm 'cause when it rains it pours

Into retail stores, a little comedic and yours

But you know, deep in the gut, the nut

Was you-know-what, all over the cut

Yes we worked real hard to make it def and it was fun

And made it suitable to be ripped by the one

And here comes the one and one

And one and here comes the one, one

One and here comes the one and one

One and here comes the one

I want you, I want you

I want you, I want you

I want you, I want you

I want you, I want you

I want you, I want you

I want you, I want you

I want you, I want you

I want you, I want you

The one has the mentality of

An ignorant ruff neck, but then to get loved

Is in my heart even though externally I rarely show it

I’m not the guy you wanna go wit'

If there’s beef, I’m the butcher that will go and settle it

I don’t preach their rhetoric

The one hates when you say he’s number two

Or number eight on the countdown my sound

Is unique, you sleep, you’ll weap

You’ll wreak of my words dangles in your cheeks

So spit 'em out now, read about thou take out your camera

Take a flick of the man with the stamina

To get your girl Tabitha to have a crush on this

I don’t use nautilus 'cause I don’t pump no weights to get dates

The one is the only one

And I shall not have no other one but this one word up

Yo Howie, flick on the beat, show me where the rhyme at

And then the jam will kick like timac

Howie takes a style when he’s developing my track

So you’ll have the feeling of the flavor to go buy that

So your audible appendages will be numb

And say, where did hip-hop get 'em from?

Long live the ANC, Walter Sisulu

From South Africa, Mr. Mandela you’re the real one

One and here comes the one and one

And one and here comes the one, one

One and here comes the one and one

And one and here comes the one, one