| Wake up to the mathematics, rhyme fanatic, lyrical acrobatic, fantastic
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| Master mind, shine thoughts, hell of a force
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| I come through, niggas take a deep breath and pause
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| O.C. |
| I, recognize me, I’m V.I.P. |
| Stats
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| Feared like vampire bats
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| Suck blood out of beats that bang
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| Make it sharp, drain every main vein
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| Takin' fluid out the brain
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| Verbal autops, when I perform, voice box locked like lock jaw
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| Wide open like a sore
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| I’m the cure, the medicine, the anesthetic
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| Scientist in for walks of rhyme then esoteric
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| Let It be known, Who bad to the bone marrow?
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| I pierce ears like the target in a bow and arrow
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| Phenomenon speak with grace
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| Smackin' niggas in the face like a 808 with deep bass
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| I come through with mad force, y’all ain’t ready for war
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| I’m your worst nightmare behind the closed door
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| I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force
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| Recognize I’m the king of New York, motherfucker
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| I take it straight, no chase to the head
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| Like Baldwin and Fishburne in Fled, full of bloodshed
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| Theories of Einstein, perfectin' ideas take a lifetime
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| Must say I’m reachin' my prime
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| Poetic like Langston Hughes, masterpieces
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| When I write rhymes they form into a thesis
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| Degrees of emceein'
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| Lesson number one, perfect the breathin, say rhymes without screamin
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| Keep your toes even
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| Hot as the Serengeti gets, equipped with the steady shit
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| Always on point and my middle name’s readiness
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| My Niche is, sound pitches, when it switches
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| Like pimps with hoes, on the stroll trickin' them bitches
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| Lyrics stay tight like a virgin in white
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| If I was handicapped I’d still be determined to write
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| Fuck around with the Shogun that’s holdin' the mic
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| Get sliced like swiss, cause your shit ain’t tight
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| I come through with mad force, y’all ain’t ready for war
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| I’m your worst nightmare behind the closed door
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| I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force
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| Recognize I’m the king of New York, motherfucker
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| I spit lyrics like venom, get em' in my zone
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| Make it known that my lake got reptiles in em'
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| When I strike it’s lightnin' fast
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| A lot of y’all ain’t ready for O.C., y’all to light in the ass
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| I’m like C-4, ready to blast
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| If I explode in this, best believe I’m holdin' more then stash
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| Legendary and I’m not even dead yet
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| I’ve been fightin' this war long enough, so I’m considered a vet
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| I was chose to attend the round table with gods
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| I was here in the past life as L. Malik Shabazz
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| Check my birthdate, Malcolm X was born in May
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| We coincide, same month, same year, same day
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| Before being born I was destined for greatness
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| When I was just floatin' in my Mom’s stomach weightless
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| Slapped on the ass by this nurse in operation
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| My nuts swingin' upside down, the world I’m facin
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| Its Nine months later, job well done
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| Motherfuckers make way, cause here I come
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| I come through with mad force, y’all ain’t ready for war
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| I’m your worst nightmare behind the closed door
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| I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force
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| Recognize I’m the king of New York, motherfucKer |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King of New York, artist - O.C.. Album song Hidden Gems, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп