Big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, baseline heavy.
Big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big,
baseline heavy, heavy.
O -O -O -C's on the mic and you don't stop.
Hey, free your mind, you ass, go follow.
It might be some things that's hard to swallow.
Cat Valentino in the 07 Tahoe.
My creed is to knock them out like Apollo.
Who knows beside myself better than I know?
Rap superpowers through a mic I channel.
Hey, what I say, even stereo or mono,
don't matter how you get it by radio or down low.
For real, B -Y -T's watch your girl.
Help me become a new generation X male.
Still, I have style and an eye for detail.
Fire still burns like I found the holy grail.
Timeless flow, it never, ever fails.
I've been through it all, even brushed by betrayal.
I separate the strong from the weak and the frail.
Hoes see a mush, mix up old Marjorelle.
Hell, free your mind, you ass, go follow.
Free your mind, you ass, go follow.
Do what you do.
Do what you do.
Do what you do.
Do what you do.
It's not a problem.
US and foreign, New York, Compton, daylight or dark.
It's a walk the fine line.
Talk a good bluff, mush, I do not fall.
You wish, I suppose.
I told y 'all way, way back I was chose.
Believers now they are if they wasn't before.
I dished out some act right.
What I thought about last night.
Coming, humming at ya.
Plain sight, a bit dumbed down to taste.
I still got a lot to chip in after safe, but can't get in.
Presto, like magic.
Most only few of us have what's considered others
only can imagine.
Waistline slim, baseline heavy.
I'm tougher than the gang of Samoans.
Get it right.
It's slick.
Break alongside.
Dance right with action and adventure.
Step inside my matrix.
Your choice to choose which pill to see
how deep the rabbit hole go.
On your ad, I draw probably.
Most look upon my face like a blondie or could it be?
I'm just like Jet Li unleashed.
Free your mind, your ass gon' follow.
Free your mind, your ass gon' follow.
Do what you do.
Do what you do.
Do what you do.
Do what you do.
You need to know.
Camera to picture this.
Top brass get shaky when I'm around.
March gang is calm.
The song, lyrically, take it as a danger.
Watch for the signs.
You can read between the lines or ignore what's
been put before your practically.
Hands served to you like hors d 'oeuvres.
Hit my brawls, echoing inside corridors.
Had me a much needed break.
Got me sparring off.
As far as home, maybe half wanna see me fold.
Move with that destiny, I control.
Very few kids to listen for people to listen.
Compare the whips, I'm a phantom that reps the limits.
Like discussion over rhythm and percussion,
make a face, keep an eye there.
If something smell, rebug me.
Motherfuckers saying nothing.
OC, I'm OC -ing something.
Free your mind, your ass gon' follow.
Free your mind, your ass gon' follow.
Do what you do.
Do what you do.
Do what you do.
Do what you do.
OC's on the mic and it don't stop.
It don't stop.
It don't stop.
This the underdog, I'm the dog, he wasn't the yard.
Yard.
OC's on the mic and it don't stop.
It don't stop.
It don't stop.
Diggin' in the trace, crew playin' Clown Puffer
Not no N .O .C.'s ready for combat
