| How shall I begin? |
| Ah fuck it, the win
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| Come out on top bruised but still, in all, I’m winning in the end
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| O-period-C-period, you’re fearing it
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| Next to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior
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| My posterior pose, not my brain, but secondary
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| Mic to mouth is how I drag down adversaries
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| Let me give you a brief bio: O’s not based on (Style)
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| Innovations are my thing so I can go the extra (Mile)
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| I’ll (‘ttack), attract maximum, rarely minimum action
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| Soon to be a club favorite ‘cause I’m the coming attraction (Tutor)
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| School an emcee with official competition
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| Parasol acapella—peep the weak competition
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| They solicit. |
| Is it live or Memorex with lies?
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| Scared to use intelligence, your methods are irrelevant
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| Home writing poems, the wrong niggas touch, the mi-
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| -crophone blown up. |
| I’m calling your bluff (Get up)—step into
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| The O-Zone
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| «Your first time will be your last earth memories» — Sample from Prodigy on
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| Mobb Deep — «Shook Ones» (x4)
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| My trusty mic will never get rusty, write rhymes day
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| And night, Mushine, I’ll put your lyrics in a bind
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| Like the ink out, the steel blade penetrate ‘em
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| I weighed him up and downsized, made a move, laid him, now
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| He bare gashes, wounds are exposed
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| To ones writing music, now he’s a decomposer
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| Foes are flammable in its entirety. |
| Step back
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| A hundred feet or so ‘cause what I let loose is fiery
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| Fisticuff slips are blistered, non-dread
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| Rappers wanna sell ‘cause it’s hot, so they could lip-sync
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| Claims they rips it, «Yo, man, I can flow.» |
| So what?
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| Every one, two, or three bars, all I hear is a cuss. |
| You ain’t
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| Impressing me, manifesting meaninglessness. |
| This is
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| The second verse, so I’ma seal it off like this
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| Here’s an invitation to be facing me, to seek
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| Salvation for proper education. |
| Step into
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| The O-Zone
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| «Your first time will be your last earth memories» — Sample from Prodigy on
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| Mobb Deep — «Shook Ones» (x5)
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| O.C. |
| in his zone, arcade is cannabis (Hit this), my ar-
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| -senal of stock’ll leave your minds lost in the mist. |
| I’ll pick
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| You off one at a time, line for (Line), rhyme for (Rhyme). |
| Give me
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| An encore. |
| O.C. |
| be light, soaring like a condor
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| Effortless, one of the best at this. |
| Man, the money
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| I’m worth to most governments will leave a big deficit
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| Magnificent on my own drip, natural
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| Saturated by the blend of beats Buckwild present
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| Control the soulless with mindpower hour after minute
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| Every second, trouble-shooting, never die ‘cause I’m infinite. |
| When it’s
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| All over and my physical shell just rot, rhymes’ll
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| Be left behind and cold blow up the spot. |
| My presen-
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| -tation you’re tasting, I’m basting in your face and this is
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| Camp Crystal Lake and I’m Jason. |
| Step into
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| The O-Zone
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| «Your first time will be your last earth memories» — Sample from Prodigy on
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| Mobb Deep — «Shook Ones» (x5) |