[Hook: O.C.]

Yo, I'm here to make mad moves, I won't pop

On the planet to drop jewels, I won't pop

Perpretatin' fame into news

Give in O.C. point o' viewz



[Verse 1: O.C.]

Check me out, yo

Now for mine it's a threat to pose you like a gun

I even gon' stand and fight, or just run

Once battled for undisputed, I never been suted

The ones who persuted got suted up you loses now

Now, one dies of place by his foetus born

Devoted to hip hop you can call that I'm swarm

Pickin' logic on the topic for the object is divide it

I make sure folks pure and sense go inside it

Lights I'm shinin through about time, one, two

Hard work to mines, excellence over due, more than decent

My decense is Portugese and pops put me upon it like less than recent

But the stronghold of defense galved in my gut

I got power plates to pick from so like I said



[Hook x2]



[Verse 2: O.C.]

Besides, check it out

Shag a lag infact why you conscience begged to be heard

Nag to whino, fag do what he said

Decided to take in all the gimmicky (drunk and imatry) trigger

Drinkin' Hennessy 'cited you up with energy

Think not, sucker, stop look and time it

I kick realities far beyond a canon

I coast a mic, I mic boast but never bite, my physics

With lyrics pose I'm mad scientist

My ethics are as authentic quite pure

And cure thoughts from Dally to the eastern shores

O.C. double E master I'm conquer pace

Plus I figure my mind is trapped beyond time and space

Don't waste time or write a rhyme in haste

They gotta fit like my foot size ain't it like I said



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3: O.C.]

Check it out

Whether either or how well you rock well

Whether behind bars or dead my spirit will still dwell

The eyes of the wise I size up the par

Plus shine potential from the twilight of a star

So who sets the norm for soft

I can call for the rhyme come back on time and still get off

No smokescreen can blind me on account of my crystal, I

Whistle through the air like the stray of a pistol shot

Listen up I'm here and I'm official I'm metaphysical

Bein' worth seein' soon you'll be agreein'

I robbed the pulminary, adversaries get sweaty palms

Ain't ready for the mic so clap it of the arms

So I can stick with the crew and takin' mine after ours

Cause my purpose on the mic is to defeat all the frauds



[Hook: repeated 'til fade]