[Chorus: Tree Williams]
One [?]
One mic
And it flow through my body [?]
And you feel it
Cause it's the realest
Oh
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Rhyme or die

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Check me out, The ink is my blood
The paper's my skin
Any ill producer can make me a skeleton
The words is my veins, the concept's my heart
My brain is the frame, without that I would fall apart
The flow is my lungs, inhale with a kick
Exhale over the drums the mic is my tongue
The fans is my ears, I'll never lose site
The haters make it clear, I'm doing everything right
The bass is my emotion, my feelings run deep
The vocals my hands, and they touch you when I speak
The pop screans my glands, the mic stands my feet
The comp is my stomach, cause that's what I eat
The studio's the hospital, in which I was born
Pro tools the operating table I was on
Music's the only reason that I'm alive
So I mean this literally, not lyrically, I rhyme or die
[Chorus: Tree Williams]
One [?]
One mic
And it flow through my body [?]
And you feel it
Cause it's the realest
Oh
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Rhyme or die

[Verse 2: Papoose]
If these n***as don't rhyme, they die
We gon blind they eye
I hope them n***as cry blood every time they cry
Make the crime rate rise, when we line they [?]
Debo'ing all these n***as like that Friday guy [?]
No content, no substance blase blah [?]
You can hear the nonsense when you rewind they lines
Say they got food for thought, I despise they lies
You got pork on your fork cause it's swine they try
King of New York, wish you would say what's mine ain't mine
Having you talking through the wire, you the Kanye kind
The photo wasn't fully developed, now it's a clear picture
Colt 45 in your face, like a beer sipper
Body bag sound like a goose with a hand zipper
[?] yeah yeah n***a
You see my kind once in a while, I'm a rare killer
White sheet over your face, like a klan member n***a
[Chorus: Tree Williams]
One [?]
One mic
And it flow through my body [?]
And you feel it
Cause it's the realest
Oh
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Rhyme or die

[Verse 3: Ransom]
Either you rhyming or dieing[?]
Inside of a mining cave, vision of a dieing slave
And you smelling like a steak inside a lion cage
Maried to the game, let it ring, that's when I engage
Them diamonds in that watch, that's what Imma praize
Show up at your house with white sheets and all kind of K's
I'm guessing you ain't gotta a clue klux
30 n***as dressed in white T's get your crew cut
[?]
Rhyme or die at your gravesite, watching [?]
So fuck all the time stars will shine
Amy Winehouse killer with [?]
[?]
I guess the n***as never understood it, right
How I'm living bad, but I'm doing good [?]
I shoot for the stars [?]
[?] n***a
[Chorus: Tree Williams]
One [?]
One mic
And it flow through my body [?]
And you feel it
Cause it's the realest
Oh
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Rhyme or die
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Rhyme or die