[Intro: Tech N9ne]
If you at the rink put ya skates on 
Roll with the nina celebrate and that the day gone 
Just because the DJ aint diggin and pumpin they song 
Mediocre rappers pick tecca nina to hate on 
And they do it all night and day long but when they see me that frowned up hatin face gone 
Ain't no rah uh reason ya fronted ya should've just kept it one hunit learn how to make ya face stay stone

 [bad word] 
Why [bad word] at me like that, is it cause I came up you mad,
cause ya see me with all this cash (Keep it one hunit)
Homie it aint no changin me,
yeah I'm still the same OG and on my momma I'm always be
(Keep it one hunit)

[Verse 1: Big Scoob]
One hunit that's the reason big dog was called representer of the five block villian [bad word] dog well respected in the crime don way back to pauls that's my liquor store my hood where I swang my balls for you young niggas that aint know that really don't know the name check my history eventually you'll get told the same [bad word] big dogs a [bad word] fool a fixture in the game and I play it by my [bad word] damned if Imma change I was raised in this gang bang lived through this gang bang homies that done died so I got pride in this gang bang [bad word] [bad word] bring it, if it's beef then Imma eat it Imma beast and I'm conseded I have yet to be defeated naw I'm indefeated that's a hard days work boy don't make me pull your skirt and show your [bad word] on the turf [bad word] #33; I'm vill walkin' [bad word] talkin' on this [bad word] track, the show me's finest show your highness how you love that.

[Verse 2: Glasses Malone:]
Im a playa, ma' [bad word] haters, and this a thin line  [bad word]  but thas what separates us.
If they smart, they are the segregaters, team of Kansas city chiefs, wit a ma' [bad word] Raider.
Thats a problem in the makin', a problem in the matrix, people thats unplugged (man) would probably be the safest. So understand I hope this hood [bad word] sacred, hand on the bible I shoot it out to satin, if he ever did say [bad word]  I really would be finer, ya you heard me [bad word]  anytime cuz, still serving nickels, step ya grind up, I knew the game was dirty b'fore I signed up, ya this rap [bad word] is circus full of clowns and, otha weirdos acting silly for the croud, then they think we all the same till my pistols get to plowin, so a hunit aint enough, gotta keep it one thousand.

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
It sounds like they wanna claim KC king
They can't advance in this game cause they weakling
When in the trap making [bad word] that can't see things
Like me at marina grog and galey mane feasting
Party of 70 at the (fogo da'chao)
You niggas small time, me and travis mobilin' now
Holding us down almost everybody know what it sounds of
Tecca nina despite the hate you be throwing around
From now on they will not talk nay talk
And they family won't have to walk cross grave moss
I'm the king it because I mob boss pay cost
I pro ball on em they rock chalk Jayhawk
So bow down cause the king gets hyphy
If you slight me ain't no stopping the nina the almighty
Don't you see the snake and bat shining brightly
Keep it one hunit if your rappers don't really like me, fight me!