How shall I begin? I'll fuck at the wind Come out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end O period C period, you're fearin it Next to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior My posterior pulls not my brain, but secondary Mic to mouth, is how I drag down adversaries Let me give you a brief bio, O's not ? STYLE Innovations are my thing so I can go the extra MILE I'll 'tack, attract maximum, rarely minimum actions Soon to be a club favorite, cause I'm the comin attraction Ruler schooled an MC, with official competition Parasol, acapella peep the weak, competition They should listen, is it live or Memorex, with lies Scared to use intelligence, your methods are irrelevant Home writin poems, the wrong niggaz touched the micraphone blown up, I'm callin your bluff Step into the O-Zone..
"Your first time'll be your last earth memories" -> Mobb Deep * cut n scratched *
My trusty mic will never get rusty, write rhymes day and night Moonshine'll put your lyrics in a bind (like the) in out, but still play penetrate em I weight em up and down, size made em, who's laid em, now He bare gashes, wounds are exposed to ones writin music, now he's a deep composer Foes are flammable in it's entirety Step back a hundred feet or so cause what I let loose, is fiery Fisticuffs, slips are blistered Non dread rappers wanna sell cause it's hot, so they calypsin Claims they rips it, "Yo man I can flow," so what? Every one two one three bars all I hear is a cuss You ain't impressin me, manifestin meaninglessness This is the second verse, so I'ma seal it off, like this Here's an invitation, to be facin me, to seek salvation The proper education, step into the O-Zone..
"Your first time'll be your last earth memories" -> Mobb Deep * cut n scratched * Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
