Tony Touch Power Cypha 2 Freestyle ’97 O.C. (Ft. A.G., Big L, Diamond D, Fat Joe & Lord Finesse)

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Yeah, O.C., Phenomenon, I puff mics like Dutches
When in my clutches, go against Phenomenon you rappers go suffer
I breathe life though my [?] like yo' lungs in yo' chest
God bless Big Poppa I wish he wore a vest
Bitch niggas slept on 'em like a snake in the grass, bring that ass to New York, [?] means war
But that's another subject, who figured my skill was suspect?
Machete flow all day if this grip by [?]
I miss the Five-Six shots, stepped on the scene [?]
I rock mic's and Run shit like I'm [?]
Three years off the scene sluggish, slow and narrow
Still hold presence like a motherfuckin' Pharoah
D.I.T.C, expertise
Ease back, fuck around, get slapped by my man Joey Crack

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
So who's the underrated bro, they scared to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, who all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us, and blow for blow
I'm pretty Sure you heard the rumors
I give tumors to niggas who called Mr. Bitches, no one's against us
Row with the riches, I flow with the fishes
The revolutionist started, that's why I'm off to guard it
My squad turned to [?]
As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall
Make one mistake, I'll take you straight to the state [?]. [?] is like caps And drugs on us, feds got the [?], tryin' to lay the love on us. They Want us in jail [?], by the mind of dawn, shit, I'll be out by the morn'
Word bond, my game is on lot [?], and this never gonna' stop, till we Cracks the [?], known for I don't know? [?], one time I shot a motherfucking cat
Is that the [?] that you talkin' about?
Next time you walkin' about, make sure you don't open yo' mouth