Showtime

O.C. - “Showtime”

[Emcee(s): O.C.]

[Producer(s): Showbiz]

[Additional Vocals/Hook: Showbiz]

[Sample (Melody): Bullet - “The Peterman”]

[Verse 1: O.C.]

Give me a slice

Don’t forget the ice so I could wet my

Whistle and initiate an assault on the mic

O.-C.-double-E, rest assured, to score with liter-

-ature (Wha?), coming, busting through your nearest corridor

New heights, I’m on the soar for sights unseen

Won’t yell ‘cause vocabulary, you sound like

Picture biting down on a sandwich of glass—that every

Rapper could pull off, being rasp, being last—uh uh

If it ain’t party and diction, it’s fiction

I’ma be like a judge and give it a conviction

‘Cause what you be, like, imitating is the next man

While you work hard, straining cords out and your glands

Besides that, you show no fashion or passion with

The microphone, your mind and attitude’s clashing

I’m O.C.—care to interlock with mine? Show

A sign. I’m here to teach deaf, dumb, and the blind