One by One
Smut Peddlers Lyrics


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* originally on eastern conference all-stars lp

I shapeshift [mr. eon]

[mr. eon]
I shapeshift to a spliff
Light myself up
Ignite the mic and felt up
Your butter shit get melt up
Your mic is falling on, needs to be helped up
Snatch your rap belt up
Blaze the tron, eon the phenom
I'm on par with rap czars
Fascist dictators
Dick starbuck and I'm playin space invaders
Standin so close, made you liable
Turn your rap Bible to the false idols
I been bringin doom to the groom
Snatchin up the bridal
I'll hoch paragraphs, invest in ebola
Fuck you up like pop rocks and coco-cola
Tryin to be cute like mun chi chi
Really catch a nut from munchin on deez
Hundreds please, honey don't make a peep
In 2g it's only our word that we keep

[chorus]
You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut peddlers, false poets get done
One by one, by one by one
You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smuth peddlers, false poets get done
Every morning, every evening

[mr. eon]
You in the wrong place
Seen the stupid look on your face
Get done/dunn like warrick, but never even saw it
Yo cage show em how you go
Inject the raw shit, mc's gonna forfeit

[cage]
I was thrown in this lifeform wit basic essentials
Like screamin over other cats' rhymes like they instrumentals
Sacrifice mics, in front of my following
You shit your insides out and go barefoot wallowing
Swallowing, woodern crosses, I'm nauseous
Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, dental flosses
Don't practice witchcraft, I got a craft which shits
My name stand between mc's lips like clits
Threw you off the roof cuz you thought your ass was fly
Till I bungeed off the top and stuck needles in your third eye
Wild shit like this comes from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in serbia said there's more dead
And there's even more dead livin upstate
Middletown new york where young girls and dogs procreate
Call your local agent up for a fix
If you outta cake, I'll take duct-taped up playmates

Chorus

[cage]
When the weakest of the foodchain steps it up
You might come complete with a lot of bullshit
Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones
They like microscopic versions of indiana jones
? ? lost, temple of doom the chorus
Goin out like the last crusade against the source
You know my name like the blonde flame tryin clone it
What opponents? those are kids I spit on last year
Still soaking

[mr. eon]
Think about the battle before you start em
You'd be better off with a john rocker jersey up in harlem
Shitted on the tidybowl man, left his boat
Left him fuckin drownin in the trek that I quote
I turn your tranquil land into a savage garden
Eon run through new york like curtis martin
The shit talker, the spittin litterbug
I'm watchin you little children like a babysitter does

Chorus





*cut and scratched* one by one 4x

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "One by One" by Smut Peddlers is a combination of punchy rhymes, graphic imagery, and nihilistic themes. Mr. Eon's opening verse is an assertion of his dominance and skill as a rapper - likening himself to a spliff that can set the mic on fire. He mocks other rappers who fall short of his standards and turns their rap bibles into false idols. The chorus warns that the Smut Peddlers will take down any false poets, one by one. Cage's verse takes on a more bizarre, horror-tinged quality. He describes throwing someone off a roof and sticking needles in their third eye. He also mentions a place in New York called Middletown where "young girls and dogs procreate." He ends his verse by offering himself as an alternative to "microscopic versions of Indiana Jones." Mr. Eon ends the song with a similar tone, stating that he watches "little children like a babysitter does." Throughout the song, there is a sense of menace and nihilism that is both intriguing and disturbing.


Line by Line Meaning

I shapeshift to a spliff
I transform into a joint


Light myself up
I light myself on fire


Ignite the mic and felt up
I set the microphone on fire and felt empowered


Your butter shit get melt up
Your chords get melted by the heat


Your mic is falling on, needs to be helped up
Your mic is dropping down, requiring assistance


Snatch your rap belt up
I take away your rap crown


Blaze the tron, eon the phenom
I set the stage on fire, I'm Eon the phenomenon


I'm on par with rap czars
I'm equal to rap kings


Fascist dictators
Ruling with an iron grip


Dick starbuck and I'm playin space invaders
I'm Dick Starbuck, playing Space Invaders


Standin so close, made you liable
I got you into trouble by standing too close


Turn your rap Bible to the false idols
I expose your rap god as a fraud


I been bringin doom to the groom
I've caused destruction to the bridegroom


Snatchin up the bridal
I grabbed the bride


I'll hoch paragraphs, invest in ebola
I'll vomit out lengthy rhymes and put my money in deadly viruses


Fuck you up like pop rocks and coco-cola
I'll mess you up like mixing Pop Rocks and Coca-Cola


Tryin to be cute like mun chi chi
Trying to act adorable like the Mun Chi Chi


Really catch a nut from munchin on deez
You really enjoy eating my genitals


Hundreds please, honey don't make a peep
I need hundreds of dollars and you better not make a sound


In 2g it's only our word that we keep
In 2000s it's only our promise that we'll keep


You in the wrong place
You're in the wrong location


You in the wrong time
You're in the wrong era


You with the wrong someone
You're associating with the wrong person


Smut peddlers, false poets get done
We'll expose and take down Smut Peddlers and fake poets


One by one, by one by one
One at a time, one after another


Every morning, every evening
At every time of day


Seen the stupid look on your face
I noticed your foolish expression


Get done/dunn like warrick, but never even saw it
I'll finish you off like Warwick, but you won't see it coming


Yo cage show em how you go
Cage, show them how it's done


Inject the raw shit, mc's gonna forfeit
Performing dope rhymes that will make other artists give up


I was thrown in this lifeform wit basic essentials
I was born into this world with the bare necessities


Like screamin over other cats' rhymes like they instrumentals
I dominate over other MCs' verses like they're instrumentals


Sacrifice mics, in front of my following
I sacrifice microphones in front of my fans


You shit your insides out and go barefoot wallowing
You've messed yourself up so bad, you're wading in your own filth with no shoes on


Swallowing, wooden crosses, I'm nauseous
I'm disgusted by the thought of swallowing wooden crosses


Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, dental flosses
Fighting off death, lynching bugs, using dental floss as a weapon


Don't practice witchcraft, I got a craft which shits
I don't need witchcraft, my skill alone is unbeatable


My name stand between mc's lips like clits
My name is on every MC's tongue like a genital


Threw you off the roof cuz you thought your ass was fly
I threw you off the rooftop because you thought you were too good


Till I bungeed off the top and stuck needles in your third eye
I jumped after you and poked you in the forehead with needles


Wild shit like this comes from boredom in my forehead
My wild creativity comes from being bored


My cousin in serbia said there's more dead
My cousin in Serbia told me that there are more corpses


And there's even more dead livin upstate
The dead outnumber the living in upstate New York


Call your local agent up for a fix
Contact your dealer for more drugs


If you outta cake, I'll take duct-taped up playmates
If you're out of cake, I'll take hostages and demand their release by duct-taping them


When the weakest of the foodchain steps it up
When the lowest of the hierarchy tries to compete


You might come complete with a lot of bullshit
You might come prepared with a lot of nonsense


Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones
Experience epic stories instead of duplicated ones


They like microscopic versions of indiana jones
They're like diminutive Indiana Jones copies


? ? lost, temple of doom the chorus
Lost treasure, temple of danger, that's the chorus


Goin out like the last crusade against the source
Ending like the final fight against the enemy


You know my name like the blonde flame tryin clone it
You know my name like fire trying to replicate itself


What opponents? those are kids I spit on last year
Those aren't competitors, they're kids I beat easily in the past


Still soaking
Still being affected


Think about the battle before you start em
Consider the conflict before initiating it


You'd be better off with a john rocker jersey up in harlem
You should wear a racist baseball jersey in a predominantly African American neighborhood instead


Shitted on the tidybowl man, left his boat
I defecated on the toilet bowl cleaner and left him there


Left him fuckin drownin in the trek that I quote
Left him drowning in the verses that I wrote


I turn your tranquil land into a savage garden
I turn your peaceful land into a dangerous place


Eon run through new york like curtis martin
I run through New York like Curtis Martin


The shit talker, the spittin litterbug
The one who spits fire and is argumentative


I'm watchin you little children like a babysitter does
I'm overseeing you young rappers like a babysitter would


One by one 4x
One at a time, repeated 4 times




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