One Time The Roots (Ft. Dice Raw & Phonte)

[Verse 1: Phonte]
Yo, the spirit in the sky scream, "Homicide!"
But it was time to ride on some niggas funny talking
If too much money talking, we make 'em economize
Real rap, no tale spinning, such is the life of a kamika-
Ze pilot, we wilding out of control
Until we all make the funny papers like Comic Con
Feared in all streets
So if you ever see me out in y’all streets, find another one to occupy
I never hope for the best, I wish a nigga would
Turn around and walk away, I wish a nigga could
Listen to my instincts and say, "Fuck the rest"
But once you had the best, "better" ain’t as good
Weakheartedness cannot be involved
Stick to the script, nigga, fuck your improv
Like a samurai, the streets' Hammurabi Code
Play your part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told

[Hook 1: Dice Raw]
I was always late for the bus
Just once, can I be on time?
Then I start to think, "What’s the rush?"
Who wants to be on time?
Feeling unlucky
And if I ever got lucky, it was one time
In this crazy world