[00:00.00] 作曲 : R. Montgomery/M. Mathers/P. Desrosiers
[00:05.78]You will not be able to stay home, brotha
[00:09.49]You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
[00:13.45]You will not be able to lose yourself on skag
[00:16.05]And skip out for beer during commercials
[00:18.19]Because the revolution will not be televised
[00:21.49]This right here for the number one
[00:23.95]Number ones here with your number one
[00:26.55]You ain't number one, just another one
[00:29.23]Now everybody sayin' that they number one
[00:31.57]Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
[00:35.28]Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
[00:42.03]I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
[00:44.67]If I didn't do this, where in the **** would you be at?
[00:47.42]See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
[00:50.19]You a drip from my p***y, I eat lions and sip hyena
[00:52.90]You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
[00:55.36]I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
[00:58.02]Uhh, all you ****ers my little rapper babies
[01:00.54]Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
[01:03.43]Don't you grade me next to these rappers,
[01:04.85]Baby, that's degrading
[01:06.01]My style got so many different facets
[01:07.61]I switch into so many different passions
[01:09.17]I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
[01:10.92]My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
[01:13.82]Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
[01:16.41]I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
[01:19.15]These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
[01:21.70]I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
[01:24.36]Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
[01:28.03]Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
[01:34.95]This right here for the number one
[01:37.69]Number ones here with your number one
[01:40.45]You ain't number one, just another one
[01:43.09]Now everybody sayin' that they number one
[01:45.45]Kid think your number won't quit
[01:47.05]Number one song, get your number one chick
[01:49.76]Number one fly with your number one kick
[01:52.35]When it's all done then your number gon' switch
[01:55.11]Hold up, wait a minute
[01:56.14]Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
[01:58.48]That I feel like we're friends,
[01:59.59]So now we no longer competitors
[02:01.08]That could be the death of you
[02:02.32]Never let someone who's not as smart as you
[02:04.45]Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never knew
[02:06.23]Always stay professional, you always gon' make revenue
[02:09.04]Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
[02:11.69]It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
[02:14.28]I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do
[02:16.90]Everything these ****ers be sayin' is a ****ing lie
[02:19.77]It's nothing I can say to you that is realer
[02:22.63]Remember when you praisin' the butterfly
[02:25.19]Don't you ever disrespect the ****ing caterpillar
[02:27.73]This right here for the number one
[02:30.47]Number ones here with your number one
[02:33.16]You ain't number one, just another one
[02:35.86]Now everybody sayin' that they number one
[02:38.37]Kid think your number won't quit
[02:39.78]Number one song, get your number one chick
[02:42.48]Number one fly with your number one kick
[02:45.09]When it's all done then your number gon' switch
[02:47.82]You're looking at Atilla,
[02:49.52]The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
[02:51.36]Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh
[02:53.83]Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
[02:56.47]A savage still, the track's a banana peel,
[02:58.34]Attack at a silver-back gorilla
[03:00.02]You're havin' a little trouble fathomin'
[03:01.86]This is actually happenin'
[03:02.98]Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his ********n in half
[03:05.67]And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
[03:07.48]After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
[03:09.56]Pad to pen I’m batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
[03:12.98]You copy me, but you're not
[03:14.32]You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
[03:17.06]I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
[03:19.72]So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall
[03:22.66]Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
[03:25.46]'Till the ****ing shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
[03:27.66]Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
[03:30.34]Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
[03:32.74]And the language I speak is my mind
[03:34.06]Kingpin and Penguin combined
[03:35.43]Spit like it's King of the Dot
[03:36.70]A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
[03:39.39]The frauds from the cream of the crop
[03:40.65](Wait a minute) Hold up like a flashcard
[03:43.37]Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
[03:45.97]It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
[03:48.57]My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you
[03:51.29]Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
[03:54.84]Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
[03:57.99]Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it
[04:00.43]The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this shit
[04:03.53]It's a manslaughter
[04:04.47]Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
[04:06.88]In fact you're exact opposites, you make a wack song
[04:09.57]And can't hold a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off
[04:12.31]You ****ers need to come to grips like a hand job
[04:15.70]The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
[04:19.38]Lumberjack with a hacksaw
[04:20.81]Number one, but my pencils are number twos
[04:23.23]'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
[04:25.18]On the john like a p********e when I'm droppin' a deuce
[04:27.55]And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
[04:30.10]These beats are like my saloons
[04:31.28]'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
[04:33.11]And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em
[04:35.99]Shit, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
[04:38.47]I'm 'bout to go spin a co****
[04:40.45]Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
[04:42.04]Then I'm ****in' you!

作曲 : R. Montgomery/M. Mathers/P. Desrosiers
You will not be able to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag
And skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the **** would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my p***y, I eat lions and sip hyena
You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you ****ers my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to these rappers,
Baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Ohh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin' (ahh)
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends,
So now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you
Gas you up and tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional, you always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I wanna do, they do what I let them do
Everything these ****ers be sayin' is a ****ing lie
It's nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you praisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the ****ing caterpillar
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Kid think your number won't quit
Number one song, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kick
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
You're looking at Atilla,
The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until, uh
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a banana peel,
Attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin'
This is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his ********n in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I’m batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies, my offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall
Set the sprinklers off like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the ****ing shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the crop
(Wait a minute) Hold up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather, I'll have to re-hatch on you
Come back as black wasp, half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it, dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this shit
It's a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites, you make a wack song
And can't hold a candle but even Daniel-son whacks off
You ****ers need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number twos
'Cause that's all I dos with 'em, poop is my pseudonym
On the john like a p********e when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Shit, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin a co****
Then I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb
Then I'm ****in' you!