Choose None

We are the trail blazing, crowd exciter

Spookers to play with you and we'll upstage your crew

And probably down all the ride of your minor

We major league playmakers, double S on the basis

One Day in the place, it's my turn to step up to the plate

Heads up in the stands 'cause they're coming your way

Get your hands up like a gun to the face

Better man up if you've something to say

'Cause we got Anson never running away, keep telling 'em

I'm in my element, something like Jay in Summertime

If you came in late, please allow me to summarise

I rock a shaved head and sunken eyes

Call me the sensitive new age rapper

I ain't like them other guys

The wack MC whistle blower

The reason why your girl carries 'round a pocket full of mistletoe

I'm on that "don't try this at home" shit

Kid got the wicked flow that'll shake

You the fuck up out of your comfort zone

Let the trumpets blow, we gonna ride till the sun set

And I ain't even begun yet

Stay tuned, this is just the debut

No telling what we got coming up next

One hundred miles and running, will you run?

Six billion people to love, choose one

Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?

Six million ways to die, I choose none

One hundred miles and running, will you run?

Six billion people to love, choose one

Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?

Six million ways to die, I choose none

See we don't play that (uh-uh), we don't play that (uh-uh)

We don't play that (One Dayers), we don't play around

We don't play that (uh-uh), we don't play that (uh-uh)

We don't play that (Yeah), we don't play around

Been a minute, didn't know where to ride

But I'm right now, now I'm little where I lead 'em

I put the left, put the right down

Then I write 'bout how the game's been locked and keyed

Key to this shit, it's the shit I'm shitting on

Beats with we cheeky, brothers that call out them headliners

Like cluster keys, you ain't nice enough to call out James

You know how long they done fought for my name?

On the walls of the court, on the beats of the beats

You still woulda caught the train

One's for the young, two's for the two dudes

Who live it up three nights to the Monday

Force with a pen, it's like Jordan on the bench

Taking out Jimmy Nice from the one day

Jimmy the mark and your team gon' bounce

Oh, baby, you ain't ready, said you ain't reggie, baby

Cross the line and that's where you don't count

I am a rapper's rapper, is you really gonna be the next to do it?

Or is you really gonna be the best to do it?

You can fuck me all up on the ladder bracket

Did you got me? You say Sydney is lost

And I'm just gonna take a bit of the profits

I been the cost, but who fires? Ah

Not a 986 can stop this

Don't get smart about it, baby, just get smart about it

And go and ask about us, we are nice

One hundred miles and running, will you run?

Six billion people to love, choose one

Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?

Six million ways to die, I choose none

One hundred miles and running, will you run?

Six billion people to love, choose one

Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?

Six million ways to die, I choose none

One hundred miles and running

Six billion people to love

Eight million stories to tell

Six million ways to die, I choose none

We ain't done yet, nah, shooting for the stars

Bar for bar, boy, you up next

If you're owning your car, no matter where you are

You wanna take ours, better come get it

Said it before, we're all in the same boat

But my quotes they've felt with a passion

There's no love here, whatever helps with the cash

Will separate yourself from the masses

My music's flavour, son, maybe you ain't accustomed to it

We take impossible, make it look like ain't nothing to it

And there ain't nothing to it

Hit 'em for six, when I run, they hide

They playing 20/20 with the One Day side, baby

Are you fucking stupid?

Looking like Don in a baggy green

With a bag of green

Showing everybody what they haven't seen

Better put your cards up, they're yours up in the back with team

One hundred miles and running, steady gunning

They still in a haze, a million ways

It's been done before me, I don't choose none of 'em, nah

Far from your everyday player

We here every day, player, A-grade shit

But you already know the facts

Jimmy Nice and Sol is back

Tell a friend, get photographed

We staying informed from the break of dawn till the fall of the sun

Hit me on one

One hundred miles and running, will you run?

Six billion people to love, choose one

Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?

Six million ways to die, I choose none

One hundred miles and running, will you run?

Six billion people to love, choose one

Eight million stories to tell, so who's gonna?

Six million ways to die, I choose none

You dig?