One N Only

[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Check it, you feel me?

[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
It's the one and only
You got problems with Tha God? You gon' need backup
You gotta phone a homie
I be all about my cheese or my provolone-y
Got the squeeze with the cheese for the macaroni
Convert a nigga to a ghost if he feelin' holy
And smoke a nigga whole clique like a pack of bogies
Had to flash the Glock 'fore I flashed the Rollie
Me and my weapon hand-in-hand like Zack & Cody

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I'm paranoid, you better watch how you look at me
I put the smackdown on a nigga like Booker T
Eject a missile like the motherfuckin' referee
Shoot everybody in the studio except for me
Your shit don't sound good, so why you mad?
What's the nicest way to tell a rap nigga he trash?
You need to take it back to the pen and the pad
Take them weak-ass raps back up in the lab

[Chorus: Tha God Fahim & Kungg Fuu]
It's the one and only
You got problems with Tha God? You gon' need backup
You gotta phone a homie
I be all about my cheese or my provolone-y
Got the squeeze with the cheese for the macaroni
Convert a nigga to a ghost if he feelin' holy
And smoke a nigga whole clique like a pack of bogies
Had to flash the Glock 'fore I flashed the Rollie
Me and my weapon hand-in-hand like Zack & Cody (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Kungg Fuu]
It's the independent, educated, most-hated
And fuck the stories you tell, nigga, you can save it
You get no respect with the whoopin' and hollerin'
Your girl swallowin', Deepthroat like she hidin' knowledge
I'm jumpin' off the top rope, slammin' on 'em
Thirty on me, let you see a flash like a camera on me
Slow your roll, still beat a nigga to sleep
Know you're weak and your weak verses make me go to sleep
Snatch your cheap-ass pendants off your neck
Tryna flex like you got it on autopilot, you get wet, nigga
I go to sleep and wake up a real nigga
See through your persona, they bogus, I don't feel niggas

[Chorus]
It's the one and only
You got problems with Tha God? You gon' need backup
You gotta phone a homie
I be all about my cheese or my provolone-y
Got the squeeze with the cheese for the macaroni
Convert a nigga to a ghost if he feelin' holy
And smoke a nigga whole clique like a pack of bogies
Had to flash the Glock 'fore I flashed the Rollie
Me and my weapon hand-in-hand like Zack & Cody