[Intro]
Now, we found out some time ago
That if you take a whole group of really super bad dudes
And hang 'em in together, they'll make some music
Whether or not somebody else thought it was hip or not
You know? They be OK, you dig? Somebody's gotta start it
[Hook]
“Release the brainstorm to make somethin' kind of lyrical”
“A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical”
“Blowin' up spots from state to state”
O.C. is comin' to town
“But you just can't wait“
[Verse 1: O.C.]
It's like me against anyone
First full verse is spontaneous combustion
Trust me, no rapper can dust me
Bounced upon the scene with a theme, Word...Life
I cut fantasy out 'cause I differ from a dream
Wisdom lies deep in my molecules
You assumed I fell victim to hip-hop blues
You're way off, I stay on tour often
Rockin' spots on the California coast, rangin' on back to Boston
Enforcin' my theory, leavin' rappers teary-eyed
Fry most who came and thought they had stride
You accustomed to cussin' and bluffin', fussin' for nothin'
Half of y'all crumbs are just soft like muffins
I bake masterpieces, sharper thesis
Y'all candy-coated motherfuckers stink like feces
Needless to say, are these runnin' shoes yours?
You retreated when I gave out hit for wars
My microphone set is immensely brick-wall
Solid in and out, you slept so now snore
Who got my back? You asked, Lord and Blastmaster
Unorthodox combinations from the masters
Mics I menace, when it's finished
You get a understandin' of what we're bringin'; no gimmicks
Now, we found out some time ago
That if you take a whole group of really super bad dudes
And hang 'em in together, they'll make some music
Whether or not somebody else thought it was hip or not
You know? They be OK, you dig? Somebody's gotta start it
[Hook]
“Release the brainstorm to make somethin' kind of lyrical”
“A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical”
“Blowin' up spots from state to state”
O.C. is comin' to town
“But you just can't wait“
[Verse 1: O.C.]
It's like me against anyone
First full verse is spontaneous combustion
Trust me, no rapper can dust me
Bounced upon the scene with a theme, Word...Life
I cut fantasy out 'cause I differ from a dream
Wisdom lies deep in my molecules
You assumed I fell victim to hip-hop blues
You're way off, I stay on tour often
Rockin' spots on the California coast, rangin' on back to Boston
Enforcin' my theory, leavin' rappers teary-eyed
Fry most who came and thought they had stride
You accustomed to cussin' and bluffin', fussin' for nothin'
Half of y'all crumbs are just soft like muffins
I bake masterpieces, sharper thesis
Y'all candy-coated motherfuckers stink like feces
Needless to say, are these runnin' shoes yours?
You retreated when I gave out hit for wars
My microphone set is immensely brick-wall
Solid in and out, you slept so now snore
Who got my back? You asked, Lord and Blastmaster
Unorthodox combinations from the masters
Mics I menace, when it's finished
You get a understandin' of what we're bringin'; no gimmicks
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!