Sit Yourself Down

[Intro: O.C.] Yeah PF, what up? Uh, watch how we go in Yo [Verse 1: O.C.] If you're not equipped or not built for this A true emcee’s a borderline narcissist Your ego has to match your rapping Nowadays, they call ‘em bars, this not your average Rhyme writer that flows with crimes, I'd be indicted Accused for this fire O reciting, ha Keep sleeping, I see it frequent Many y'all borderline showing narcolepsy, ha The power lies within from these lines I spin Through a pen secreting silk I excrete from my glands I scribe colors that burst with life when other shit is bland Before rocking on mics, I was a fan A student of the art (Art), improving on my darts (Darts) Never let them shits fly ‘til I know it’s on-point If your heart's not in it and you don't take it serious You clowns need to (“sit yourself down, girl, and…”) [Interlude: O.C. with Scratches by PF Cuttin] Uh. Yeah. Uh. Ayyo [Verse 2: O.C.] Be careful what you wish for Big mistake getting me pissed off, listen close This just a taste, copy and paste Share it with your friends so they understand my stamp in the game If my name's mentioned, any form of slander Bet I take vengeance, y'all slipping I will make it my ambition to mum whatever little momentum you got so far so I advise you avoid me at all costs Avoid what Lil' Fame you attain Aside from O.P., half these rap niggas is lames Just stuccos, cement buckles When it's struck by sledgehammer, watch ‘em break like ceramics Mic mechanic certified by trade On-call twenty-four hours, seven days, once again If your heart's not in it and you’re not serious Some of you clowns need to (“sit yourself down, girl, and…”) [Outro: Scratches by PF Cuttin]