One, here comes the two to the three to the four
Everybody seems to levitate up from the floor
More bars than Nestlé, ya’ll bars need work… like chores
No need for force it’s my bars marking the area
No barbarian, I’m a bar arian and a bar burier
My bars a barrier, no wedding bells but my bars are merrier
It aint hard to tell so my bars cause mass hysteria
I’ll be back with pain like hernia it’s like trying on a glove
How I fit in and plan to be riding fly like a tired dove
Tempt me and you’ll get fucked up like wired above
And I’ll be in the same sick minded state as Nas in Undying Love
The pen slaughters like Bernard and Ryan on a song
If ya falling back to your old habits call my man Cole on
He’ll make sure you’ll get on that list were ya belong
We kings, we got class like Yale on them pyromaniac songs
That’s a tipsy tale ‘cause I’m dope no need for that bong
This is how a General keystyles on a beat from J-Kwon
One yaself....