Artist: S.I.C. f/ Fes Taylor
Album:  Is This Wut U Want?
Song:   One-2, 1-Two
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Chorus: S.I.C.]
One two, uh, one two, one two
One two, uh, one two, one two
Fuck you, what? Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, what? Fuck you, fuck you

[S.I.C.]
Gather round, it's a new rapper in town
Backing 'em down, cock back, clapping them rounds, now
Shaolin if you wit me, then lick a shot
This is not for the radio, nigga, this for the block
If the streets don't figure, then who the hell will
Good for a mil' in the hood, fuck a record deal
I will, show up at the basement, guns to they faces
Trigger the both Tiggers, I mean rotation
Post up in front the station, like Flex
I got a thing for ya, and it ain't payola
Go to 106 & Park, spark a battle on Thursday
My video, new joint of the day
I got, something to say, but first, something to lay
And I'm not talking a verse, I got something to spray
Got it tucked under the waist, I'm not, nothing for place
Stay the fuck outta my way, a nigga, duck a stray
My dunny yack ya chain, make you pay to get it back
Got a fat bitch on the way, that'll sing you the track
They fucking up the game, so I came to bring it back
Everybody got hot beats, but can a nigga rap?

[Chorus]

[Fes Taylor]
Yo, Taylor the Great, Taylor Made, gray seude
New Balances, beige coke got me causing palaces
Who wanna challenge this? Grip mics, type got calasyst
Gun shots leave you with paralysis
Never catch Fes wit an average bitch, break up marriages
And Jacob got me acting all arrogant
How many karats is this, twenty four of them
Yeah, you see me crash in the whip, I got more of them
Listen, all of them is trash, there's more in the stash
When I come see 'em, run, like the law on they ass
Boy, cause of death, even the coroners ask
Did he die from getting stabbed or getting choked with his dog tags
Ball pass any opponent
King of New York, they all saying it, I really could hold it
And these hoes still be sweating my team
Son, they see the sunshine gleam from the techna' marine

[Chorus]