Artist: Dungeon Masta Album: Project Oblivion (Da Vintage) Song: Got One Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Dungeon Masta] It feels good when we got one Niggas act stupid when they got one People stay away when we got one Yo, we don't play when we got one [Dungeon Masta] Manipulate mental excite stimulate When appropriate, feel threat and call jake You'd rather see a nigga walking dogs upstate In the mountains no brakes, can't wait to get away from you So the God... watch for a red dot burial, parking lot Want to see the spot hot? For a grave of white picket fence Syndrome, lay you down with the chrome The darkness is my home, eternally I roam In the myst, mad quiet, regulate til I will start I'm here for your displeasure, you done crossed the thin line So I'm taking extra measures, prepare for departure Microphone archer, big rhyme nigga Loose cannon, so take it off the handle, bone breaker Residential brain washer, sasquatcher Throat slasher, dwell in the light of the nights So beware avengers, might, my niggas on the left of me Is louder than a vipe, bitches keep ya panties on Unleash the strong, demented icon I'm here to do me, and I'm gone The strong shall survive, niggas live foul, alternate lifestyle High profile, top speed, of course, no remorse, so self pity Feelings living grimey in the myst, dark city Well aware of the under, microchip niggas Piracy invading figures, liquid see deliver Mind body part shiver, trouble shoot tech Die and nots to bring wet, puffin' Bobby, seeing Digital Find the signs so critical, grab a fifth and smoke Coming short miracles, kids eat your cereal In the morning, material type, I ain't hearing you Street fight, dead box, chess lead holders Chip on the shoulder, park got colder I ain't want lyrical boulder, not younger, older [Chorus 2X] [Dungeon Masta] They want to raise the stakes? Poisonous darts, arrowhead steel plate Heavy metal armor, what goes up, will surely comes down With the sound of Medina, U.K., coming atcha Walk through the ave, talk to cats on the ave With paper, do my thing, when I sling from the ave Think I wont, blow your brains, away on the ave Spill blood on the ave, make bids on the ave My advice to kids, do not get fast on the ave Live on the ave, you can die on the ave These swords on the streets, is getting more fucked up When the babies packing heat, will I race, face defeat? Yo, I came and I saw, conquered adverseries Spit tracks, chalk outline, body on the floor Switch to stealth mode, before I explode Empty the clip and reload, yo [Chorus 2X]