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

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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

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My, O.C. in the zone, arcadis cannabis my arsenal of stock

I leave your minds lost in the mists

I pick you off without a timeline for, rhyme for

Give me an encore, O.C. be like soar like a condor

Effortless, one of the best at this, man the money I'm worth

to most governments, would leave a big, deficit

Mangificent, on my own trip, natural

Saturated by the blend of beats Buckwild present

Control the soulless with mindpower, hour after minute

Every second troubleshootin, never died cause I'm infinite

When it's all over, and my physical shell just rot

Rhymes'll be left behind, to cold, blow up the spot

My presentation, you're tastin, I'm bassin in your face and

this is Camp Crystal Lake and I'm Jason

Step into the O-Zone..



"Your first time'll be your last earth memories" -> Mobb Deep

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