I'm still doing my thang Go 'head
Once again the man's back O.C.
I'm still doing my thang Go 'head
And once again the man's back O.C.
I'm still doing my thang Go 'head
O.C. once again I'm still doing my thang
O.C. I'm still doing my my my my my
Yo
The meak the weak listen when the God speak
Deep control like The Pelican Brief
Deadlift minds they wanna know what foe who a foe
Mathematics O back at it
Most def mo' pep in my step doze slept
Now awoke I'm like smelling salts under your nose
I revive 'em guide 'em teach 'em won't deny 'em
Many not built like I am
Flow with remarkable timing run laps around beats
Break records reps double checking
Like Ra said it's sportable microphones portable
For any immortal man source is not affordable
Quote the ledger like 9/11 be forever in your mind embedded
Leave it to me I'll set it
My skills ill and all of that above rap technician man listen
My skills ill and all of that above O.C. rap technician
My skills ill and all of that above
There's no doubt you're gonna pump this in your system
O.C.
Yo new thug anthem this shit amped
In a way that a monkey react seeing a panther
Roy Jones of rap others can't stand it
Deliver KO's with both hands do damage
Dome all swoll I'll deflate it
Product of my old earth if I don't agree I debate it
Opinions like assholes we all got 'em
The infrared got 'em O keep heads nodding
Lyrics like shotguns scatter buckshots
Once upon a time occupied a dust spot
West coast call it sherm East coast say embalming fluid
This is menage-a music whoa
Speaking in third person one man version
Orchestrate thoughts like Gershwing
Still got fans on deck still got die-hard niggaz thirsting
My skills ill and all of that above rap technician man listen
My skills ill and all of that above O.C. rap technician
My skills ill and all of that above
There's no doubt you're gonna pump this in your system
Ain't I fly O.C.
My roots run deep through NY truck through hoods like a semi
Do it cause I can't owe the man
Know your place all I got is my word and namesake
Patient under God walk around town megahard like
Ain't no thang never ran never will
Mouth crooked aura straight Brooklyn
Raised in the bosom of God please forgive me for my sins
One love to my niggaz behind bars
He's so nice I heard it before
Bring your best rap dudes bet I murder 'em all
Neglect the fact I ain't got plaques on the wall
Play a big part for you and your crew's downfall
Flow cocked and ready to bust and blast off
This here lead dye shed pounds off balls
Tough talking niggaz get a round of applause
Bump this in your system
Skills ill and all of that above O.C.
My skills ill O O O OCC
My skills ill
