One More Time
N!tro Lyrics


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1 time 4 dat 1 time
I set fire to ya fort empire
I flatline niggas checkmate gemmie mine
Heartbreak kid tro 4 dat 2 time

Tro breath slow nigga hands high = (Wordplay on heartbreak)
Dope boy but cook crack like its fine wine = (Wordplay on el chapo *drug lord*)
I brew shit like ya trap cook duffle grind = (Wordplay on el chapo *drug lord*)
Chill wit a bitch sping like Hawaiian time = (Born in may my zodiac is taurus)

I silence niggas from the neck up clothesline = (Wrestling move
And the part of the body taurus rules is the neck zodiac)

Negotiat like el chapo tro time
(El chapo *drug lord* and wordplay on taurus zodiac ruling the neck)
Boomerang clientel like its (Lean = drug) time
Tro hunnid yard back it *mean joe green = foot ball player = supplying clientel* huuuhh
Uhh back 2 back like a bad habbit
I double shit tro pronto mathematics tro
Red beam leave a nigga stagnant
Dot, acupuncture tro precise shot
Uhh reload off da clip slow i robocop niggas beams into airholes





Cock the 5th = (Gun 45) sideways in you bitch hole
She coke sniff tro dick let her brains blow

Overall Meaning

In the opening lines of N!tro's song "One More Time," the artist sets up a powerful introduction that reflects a sense of destruction and dominance. The phrase "I set fire to ya fort empire" indicates that he is prepared to dismantle someone's stronghold or reputation, burning it down in a metaphorical sense. The use of the word "flatline" connects to the idea of ending a life or its ambitions, creating a stark image of absolute defeat. The mention of "Heartbreak kid" suggests a persona that mixes emotional turmoil with a ruthless attitude, further emphasized by the phrase "tro 4 dat 2 time," signifying a history of encounters that inform his current mindset. This establishment of self-assured aggression sets the tone for the narrative that follows, where personal ambition and interpersonal rivalry play a significant role.


The song’s intricate wordplay is a distinctive stylistic feature that enhances both its lyrical depth and cultural references. For instance, the lines "Dope boy but cook crack like its fine wine" and "I brew shit like ya trap cook duffle grind" leverage comparisons to the notorious drug lord El Chapo, simultaneously portraying a sense of craftsmanship and danger. This juxtaposition highlights his adeptness at managing illegal activities while also hinting at the sophistication associated with drug dealing as a profession. The mention of “Hawaiian time” echoes the astrological reference to his Taurus identity, which is associated with indulgence and a laid-back lifestyle, suggesting that he is both relaxed in his approach while remaining intensely focused on the grind. Through this multi-layered portrayal, N!tro establishes himself as someone who embraces both his strengths and vulnerabilities.


Intensifying the narrative, the theme of silencing opponents becomes apparent with phrases like "I silence niggas from the neck up clothesline." Here, the double entendre of "clothesline" serves as both a wrestling reference and a metaphorical indication of cutting off communication and influence. This line further ties back to the Taurus zodiac rule over the neck, suggesting a cosmic connection to the themes of dominance and control in his verses. Following this, the line “Boomerang clientel like its (Lean = drug) time” implies a cyclical nature of his clientele; they return to him for the services he provides, reinforcing the idea of trust and reliance in a world filled with danger. This business acumen, resembling the cunning strategies employed by drug lords, showcases a swagger that anchors his persona in both emulation and ambition.


In the latter part of the lyrics, N!tro ramps up the narrative with violent imagery and technical references that showcase his prowess in the rap game and the street life. Lines like "Red beam leave a nigga stagnant" illustrate the precision of a sniper’s aim, transforming the process of taking down his enemies into an art form, while references to "reload off da clip slow" and "robocop niggas beams into airholes" convey a blend of futuristic cyber imagery with raw street violence. This harsh poetic landscape draws listeners into a world of survival and the consequences of a life lived on the edge. The closing lines, which blend sexual and violent imagery, suggest a collision of passion and aggression, reinforcing the complex emotional tapestry that defines his identity as both a lover and a fighter. This fusion of imagery, metaphor, and personal experience results in a powerful statement about resilience, identity, and the pervasive influence of the streets on one’s psyche.


Line by Line Meaning

1 time 4 dat 1 time
Just once, I'm ready to show my determination and commitment.


I set fire to ya fort empire
I am dismantling your stronghold and leaving it in ruins.


I flatline niggas checkmate gemmie mine
I defeat my opponents decisively and claim victory for myself.


Heartbreak kid tro 4 dat 2 time
I have endured emotional pain, but I'm ready to face it again.


Tro breath slow nigga hands high
Stay calm and composed; raise your hands to signal surrender or openness.


Dope boy but cook crack like its fine wine
I produce drugs with the same care and sophistication as a gourmet chef.


I brew shit like ya trap cook duffle grind
I create my product with a level of expertise that rivals the hustle of drug dealing.


Chill wit a bitch sping like Hawaiian time
I relax with a woman, adopting a laid-back attitude reminiscent of a carefree Hawaiian lifestyle.


I silence niggas from the neck up clothesline
I incapacitate opponents sharply, targeting their ability to think or respond.


Negotiat like el chapo tro time
I negotiate with strategic cunning, similar to the infamous drug lord.


Boomerang clientel like its (Lean = drug) time
My clients always return to me, as reliably as a boomerang.


Tro hunnid yard back it mean joe green
I provide a strong supply line like a legendary football player known for his power.


Uhh back 2 back like a bad habbit
I keep repeating my actions, similar to how bad habits recur.


I double shit tro pronto mathematics tro
I multiply my endeavors quickly, applying logic and strategy to my success.


Red beam leave a nigga stagnant
A targeted attack renders my opponents immobile, enhancing my control over them.


Dot, acupuncture tro precise shot
I strike with accuracy, akin to the precision of acupuncture needles.


Uhh reload off da clip slow i robocop niggas beams into airholes
I take my time to reload carefully, targeting my foes with calculated strikes.


Cock the 5th sideways in you bitch hole
I brandish my weapon menacingly, asserting dominance and control.


She coke sniff tro dick let her brains blow
She indulges in drug use and experiences heightened sensations, losing herself in the moment.




Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Marcus Alexander

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