Now we found out, some time ago if you take a whole group of really superbad dudes, and hang em in together they'll make some music or not else thought it was hip or not. You know, be OK. You Somebody's got to it.
One: O.C.
It's like me anyone First full verse is spontaneous, combustion me No rapper can me upon the scene with a theme, Word...Life I cut fantasy out cause I differ from a Wisdom lies in my molecules, you assumed I fell victim to, hip-hop You way off I stay on often rockin spots on the coast, range you know back to Boston Enforcin my theory, rappers teary-eyed Fly most who came and thought they had You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for Half of y'all crumbs are just soft muffins I bake, masterpieces, thesis Y'all candy motherfuckers stink like feces Needless to say, are these running shoes You when I gave out head for wars My set is immensely brick wall Solid in and out you so now snore Who got my back, you ask Lord and Unorthodox, combinations from the I menace, when it's finished You get an of what we bringin, no gimmicks
Verse Two: Finesse
My decision is precision, I'm ill in you can't vision I got niggaz Lord Finesse like religion You can't fuck around, kiddin You don't want no collision, you better fly South a pigeon riddance, I flip flows you can't imagine I break down Flintstone style, into fragments So pay to the man rappin think that it can't, I'm livin proof, it can happen I reign supreme logical, verbally, I drop it in that you never dreamed So lyrically, I personally my Harvard style, is too deep for you nursery niggaz When I clutch the mic, I'm rough and right I build more than workers on construction sights I'm at it, I'm Illmatic So yes answers your question if you ask me do I still it I'm the realest, the Comin out the woodwork, like them in the Village But seriously, I'm got the If I's at the of the toilet you still couldn't shit on me Originally, the same the vet I'm on that get rich list, but they call my name yet I make it special like a prom night I mics while other brothers are old like Walter Kronkite It's critical, you got these individuals But word life, it ain't nothin the original I kids, that's my theory and perspective When it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case detectives You better to the next man Cause the greatest soccer player couldn't it like Finesse can
Verse Three:
This is the scientific extra-prolific mystic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric When you it or hear me, runnin through the scrimmages You see images, affecting your sight to you go (Yo he is! No there he is!) No here he is Rockin your superiors, in your hardest Your lyrical are inferior It's because your video that cheer for ya I'll take care of ya, quickly, cause I cannot it Your weak head needs to be Cause you it If your was caffeine, well you're now decaffeinated You scream but it's the end of your career you anticipate it, I hate itCareer ended, how For MC's I come doctor recommended
Haha! You know when Lord Finesse up in the piece All you wack ass rappers better go your album O.C. in the house, KRS in the house, New York style in the house, BDP in the house, YEAH...