O.c. - My World

rate me


Yeah, y'know

Shit is wild, heheh

Can't complain though, I'm alive

Healthy and allathat, knahmsayin?

Just tryin to do my thang

Praise to all

Bust it, that nigga Slick Rick said

I waited long time sweatin it

I got jerked but now I'm gettin it

Hazy like asthma bizarre disaster

Stress almost held me down from bein a master

The faster, preacher, poet, a teacher

"It's been so long" like Monifah

Believe that, I'm needed, in rappin, I breathe this

Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this

Oscar award winning your shit I'm bored with it

Stop copy-catting son (why?) cause your dog did it

Get your own lingo, make up your own jingle

Ten years later you be bitin my single

Primo, take it Downtown, Swing it

Intervenin on the board, sensimil steamin, yeah

Catch the vibe like a tribal dance

In the clubs on the low with the b-boy stance

Money rubbin with a shorty got bumped by a chump

Tell him, 'Step off, I'm doin the Hump'


I say it's my world, and I won't stop

and if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped

Some wish that I was gone cause they know I'ma win

In a minute I 'll be makin six G's times ten

I'm the computer, printin out data take notes

then analyze the information and press send

Freaky like porno, Ron Jeremy saw no

obstacle or pussy to stop him from bonin a hoe

Me and the mic double trouble

Chicks look at us like twins, all lovable and huggable

Prognosis, on the, mic I choke out

Had the same effects from coughin blowin smoke out

Architect, rap technician, man listen

It's no doubt you gonna pump this in your system

My skills ill, and all of that above

Confidence, I'm not worried bout a street buzz

I'm O.C., who you? I never heard of ya

Get out my face 'fore I turn into a motherfuckin murderer

I want the green like indo, a mansion, a car

A wife who's never been a bimbo

Too much to ask well to me that's simple

Wanna retire on a yacht called the S. S. Minnow

I say it's my world, and I won't stop

And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped


Top choice, this here nigga got poise

Ain't a man alive who could stop my noise

I snatch a star from the sky, spark up your lye

You stand astounded wonderin how I did it

Now you're star struck, like I truck gold

Treatin me like a nigga havin a million records sold

Now a starchild, phenmonen like the X-Files

Rappers know I'm comin so they go in exile

Czar in this rap shit, comin on your mattress

Microphone fiend I make beats do backflips

Fear me like genocide, serious

How I do it through your stereo, mysterious

O.C. do demolition, nil competition

Like robot Kong on a destroy mission

A matter of life and death you try to fight for breath

I snatch your heart from a slice through your chest

Who the best, from New York to Bogota

Who got face thinkin they scare me with a scar, shit

What I be bringin is a terrible sight

A performance never again performed on the mic

I say it's my world, and I won't stop

And if you stand in my way, you bound to get dropped


Say it's my world...

It's my world...

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