O-Zone - O.C.

How shall I begin?

Ah fuck it, the win

Come out on top bruised but still, in all, I’m winning in the end

O-period-C-period, you’re fearing it

Next to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior

My posterior pose, not my brain, but secondary

Mic to mouth is how I drag down adversaries

Let me give you a brief bio: O’s not based on (Style)

Innovations are my thing so I can go the extra (Mile)

I’ll (‘ttack), attract maximum, rarely minimum action

Soon to be a club favorite ‘cause I’m the coming attraction (Tutor)

School an emcee with official competition

Parasol acapella—peep the weak competition

They solicit.

Is it live or Memorex with lies?

Scared to use intelligence, your methods are irrelevant

Home writing poems, the wrong niggas touch, the mi-

-crophone blown up.

I’m calling your bluff (Get up)—step into

The O-Zone

«Your first time will be your last earth memories» — Sample from Prodigy on

Mobb Deep — «Shook Ones» (x4)

My trusty mic will never get rusty, write rhymes day

And night, Mushine, I’ll put your lyrics in a bind

Like the ink out, the steel blade penetrate ‘em

I weighed him up and downsized, made a move, laid him, now

He bare gashes, wounds are exposed

To ones writing music, now he’s a decomposer

Foes are flammable in its entirety.

Step back

A hundred feet or so ‘cause what I let loose is fiery

Fisticuff slips are blistered, non-dread

Rappers wanna sell ‘cause it’s hot, so they could lip-sync

Claims they rips it, «Yo, man, I can flow.»

So what?

Every one, two, or three bars, all I hear is a cuss.

You ain’t

Impressing me, manifesting meaninglessness.

This is

The second verse, so I’ma seal it off like this

Here’s an invitation to be facing me, to seek

Salvation for proper education.

Step into

The O-Zone

«Your first time will be your last earth memories» — Sample from Prodigy on

Mobb Deep — «Shook Ones» (x5)

O.C.

in his zone, arcade is cannabis (Hit this), my ar-

-senal of stock’ll leave your minds lost in the mist.

I’ll pick

You off one at a time, line for (Line), rhyme for (Rhyme).

Give me

An encore.

O.C.

be light, soaring like a condor

Effortless, one of the best at this.

Man, the money

I’m worth to most governments will leave a big deficit

Magnificent on my own drip, natural

Saturated by the blend of beats Buckwild present

Control the soulless with mindpower hour after minute

Every second, trouble-shooting, never die ‘cause I’m infinite.

When it’s

All over and my physical shell just rot, rhymes’ll

Be left behind and cold blow up the spot.

My presen-

-tation you’re tasting, I’m basting in your face and this is

Camp Crystal Lake and I’m Jason.

Step into

The O-Zone

«Your first time will be your last earth memories» — Sample from Prodigy on

Mobb Deep — «Shook Ones» (x5)