[Hook: Samples]
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah… now check it out”
[Verse 1: O.C.]
Style like something the Microphone Fiend would spark
Sort of reminiscent, of how it used to go down in the parks
Equipment roped off, you could hear the Vegas echo from miles away
Bass pound the asphalt
Thunder vibration shake like a tremor from an earthquaking
O.C. a classic in the making
Mental make thoughts, my physical form words
Out of my mouth like a joust, no doubt
Sum of phenomenon, mic technician, electrician
Split the mic down the middle like an El Producto and throw out the resin
Then add some potent and shit
Gift of gab in a rhyme, make rappers stand stunned
The way I do it, switch up the fluid
So smooth, you wanna pursue it, I’m raw like underground sewage
You fishing for insight? Well, I’m back, never was gone
What I write be tighter than pinstripes worn
By mob boss, my cause in effect on the mic
Keep it tight, what I suffice is raw, it’s only right
[Interlude: Sample]
“I know it’s hot, and we’re hot too"
"You ready to throw down, we ready to have a party"
"So if y’all ready to have a party, make some noise!”
[Verse 2: O.C.]
Any mic, I hold in the grip of my palm, I wave it over the crowd
Dictating shit like Genghis Khan
Non-chalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic
Schooling, bringing schematics to this rap shit
Bonafide, mic set, you can’t see me on it
Mastered the art, so now I just flaunt it
Born to live a life and die, but ‘til then
I’ma keep on writing slick rhymes with the pen
Take the cherry from a beat, like a virgin have their innocence
Bust my nuts, bring rhymes to life like Genesis
Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless
Tearing shit up when it comes to me, picking up a cordless
One of New York’s finest
On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz
Bringing out the best in me, we’re formulating like a recipe
What I implore will sho'nuff bestow my presence
Then I’m divine like the seven
Keeping it tight ‘cause what I suffice is raw, nigga
It’s only right
[Hook: Samples]
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah… now check it out”
[Verse 3: O.C.]
Microphones I melt down, slap clowns, push ‘em out of bounds
Crush your crowd as I lay my third verse down
Because this is what I want, to gain control of that position
It’s only right that I follow through
Competition, be warned of me, homicide rhymes hold mad rounds
You get fly, some pins in hearse batting you down
Contents flexed, text expert since my born day
5-slash-1-3-slash-7-1
Like a stick been, injection inside your bloodstream
Digest what I manifest
O.C., you best buy me, others are mediocre, like
I slam the earth like a meteorite
‘Cause I’ma take mine, leaving you face-down in a puddle
Blow up like a shuttle when I give you my rebuttal
Frame of mind across state lines
Await to taste me like fine wines from a vineyard
For those who wanna select cyphers, decipher styles
Straight up, I don’t rhyme for niggas
I prove myself, been styling for years on the mic
On another level of being, what’s to be mines
It’s only right
[Hook: Samples]
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah… now check it out”
[Outro: Sample]
“Is Brooklyn in the house?"
"Is Brooklyn in the house?"
"Say, 'Oh!'”
“Oh!”
“Say, ‘Oh, oh!’”
“Oh!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah”
“Yo, let me tell you something"
"Let me tell you something before we start, alright?”
“Uh, almighty all nighty, alrighty”
“Nah, fuck this shit, y’all”
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