Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song O-Zone, artist - O.C.. Album song Word...Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.10.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wild Pitch
Song language: English
O-Zone |
| 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) |