O.C., The

O.C., The - King Of New York lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Wake up to the mathematics, rhyme fanatic, lyrical acrobatic, fantastic

Master mind, shine thoughts, hell of a force

I come through, niggas take a deep breath and pause

O.C. I, recognize me, I'm V.I.P. Stats

Feared like vampire bats

Suck blood out of beats that bang

Make it sharp, drain every main vein

Takin' fluid out the brain

Verbal autops, when I perform, voice box locked like lock jaw

Wide open like a sore

I'm the cure, the medicine, the anesthetic

Scientist in for walks of rhyme then esoteric

Let It be known, Who bad to the bone marrow?

I pierce ears like the target in a bow and arrow

Phenomenon speak with grace

Smackin' niggas in the face like a 808 with deep bass

                            

[Chorus]

I come through with mad force, y'all ain't ready for war

I'm your worst nightmare behind the closed door

I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force

Recognize I'm the king of New York, motherfucker



[Verse 2]

I take it straight, no chase to the head

Like Baldwin and Fishburne in Fled, full of bloodshed

Theories of Einstein, perfectin' ideas take a lifetime

Must say I'm reachin' my prime

Poetic like Langston Hughes, masterpieces

When I write rhymes they form into a thesis

Degrees of emceein'

Lesson number one, perfect the breathin, say rhymes without screamin

Keep your toes even

Hot as the Serengeti gets, equipped with the steady shit

Always on point and my middle name's readiness

My Niche is, sound pitches, when it switches

Like pimps with hoes, on the stroll trickin' them bitches

Lyrics stay tight like a virgin in white

If I was handicapped I'd still be determined to write

Fuck around with the Shogun that's holdin' the mic

Get sliced like swiss, cause your shit ain't tight



[Chorus]

I come through with mad force, y'all ain't ready for war

I'm your worst nightmare behind the closed door

I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force

Recognize I'm the king of New York, motherfucker 



[Verse 3]

I spit lyrics like venom, get em' in my zone

Make it known that my lake got reptiles in em'

When I strike it's lightnin' fast

A lot of y'all ain't ready for O.C., y'all to light in the ass

I'm like C-4, ready to blast

If I explode in this, best believe I'm holdin' more then stash

Legendary and I'm not even dead yet

I've been fightin' this war long enough, so I'm considered a vet

I was chose to attend the round table with gods

I was here in the past life as L. Malik Shabazz

Check my birthdate, Malcolm X was born in May

We coincide, same month, same year, same day

Before being born I was destined for greatness

When I was just floatin' in my Mom's stomach weightless

Slapped on the ass by this nurse in operation

My nuts swingin' upside down, the world I'm facin

Its Nine months later, job well done

Motherfuckers make way, cause here I come



[Chorus]

I come through with mad force, y'all ain't ready for war

I'm your worst nightmare behind the closed door

I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force

Recognize I'm the king of New York, motherfucKer
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