[00:00.00] 作词 : Credle, Dewgarde, Ward
[00:02.52]"One, two, yeah and you don't stop"
[00:05.19]"One, two, huh and you don't stop"
[00:07.80]"Ah check it out"
[00:12.93][O.C.]
[00:18.24]Style like somethin the microphone fiend would spark
[00:20.76]Sort of reminiscing, of how it used to go down in the parks
[00:24.09]Equipment ropped off, you can hear the vagas echo for miles and breath
[00:27.69]Bass pounds the asphalt
[00:29.10]Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a earthquake and
[00:32.67]O.C. a classic in the making, mental make thoughts
[00:35.49]My physical form words
[00:36.96]Hot in my mouth like a joust, no doubt
[00:39.21]Some a phenomenon, mic technician, electrician
[00:42.00]Spit the mic down the middle like an el producto
[00:44.49]And throughout the resin, then asapoltin this shit
[00:46.92]Gift to gather a rhyme, make rap a staired son
[00:49.44]The way I do this, switch up the fluid
[00:51.30]So smooth you wanna persuie it
[00:52.95]I'm raw like underground sewage you
[00:55.02]This shit for insight? Well I'm back, never was gone
[00:57.66]What I right, be tighter than pin stripes
[00:59.70]Born by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic
[01:02.76]Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw, it's only right
[01:05.43][sample from live event]
[01:06.06]I know it's hot, we hot too
[01:08.25]You ready to throw down, we ready to have a party
[01:10.83]So if ya ready to have a party, make some noise!
[01:13.20][O.C.]
[01:14.19]Any mic I hold it in the grip of my palm
[01:16.47]I wave it over the crowd
[01:17.85]Dictatin shit like Genghis Khan
[01:20.04]Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic schoolin
[01:23.70]Bringin samatics to this rap shit
[01:25.50]Bonafied, mic set you can't see me on it
[01:28.05]Master the art, so now I just flaunt it
[01:30.57]Born to live, a life and die until then
[01:33.24]Imma keep on writin the slick rhymes with the pen
[01:35.40]Take the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin innocence
[01:38.40]Bust my nuts, bringin rhymes to live like Genesis
[01:41.16]But ritical renaissance
[01:42.54]In death there's a flautless
[01:43.71]Tearin shit up when it comes to me pickin up a cordless
[01:46.74]One of New York's finest, on this trip I co-incide with B Minus
[01:50.91]Bringin out the best in me, we formulatin like a recipe
[01:54.15]What I emplore, will show nuff disto my presence
[01:56.91]Then I'm divine like the seven
[01:58.35]Keepin it tight cuz what safice is raw shit, it's only right
[02:01.71][Chorus x4]
[02:15.27][O.C.]
[02:20.61]Microphone's I melt down, slap crowns, push em out of bounds
[02:23.82]Crush ya crowd, as I lay my third verse down
[02:26.25]Because, this is what I want, to gain control of that position
[02:29.01]It's only right, that I follow thru compition
[02:31.47]Be warning me, homocide rhymes or mad rounds
[02:34.26]To get flass or pencil hurt, battin me down
[02:36.51]Contents flex text expert, since my born date
[02:39.87]5/13/71 like a stick bin, injection
[02:43.56]Inside ya blood stream, digest what I manifest
[02:46.68]O.C., you best by me, others are mediocre like
[02:49.71]I slam the earth like a meteor right
[02:51.69]Cuz I'mma take mine, leavin you face down in the puddle
[02:54.57]Blow up like a shuttle, when I give you my rebuttle
[02:57.33]Frame of mind, across state lines
[02:59.43]Await the taste, me like fine wines from Avidian
[03:02.25]For those who wanna select cyphers to cyphers stash
[03:05.37]Straight up, I don't rhyme for shit
[03:07.20]I prove myself, stylin for years on the mic
[03:09.72]On another level of being, what's the B Minus? It's only right
[03:13.11][Chorus x4]