Showtime O.C.

O.C. - “Showtime”
[Emcee(s): O.C.]
[Producer(s): Showbiz]
[Additional Vocals/Hook: Showbiz]
[Sample (Melody): Bullet - “The Peterman”]

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Give me a slice
Don’t forget the ice so I could wet my
Whistle and initiate an assault on the mic
O.-C.-double-E, rest assured, to score with liter-
-ature (Wha?), coming, busting through your nearest corridor
New heights, I’m on the soar for sights unseen
Won’t yell ‘cause vocabulary, you sound like
Picture biting down on a sandwich of glass—that every
Rapper could pull off, being rasp, being last—uh uh
If it ain’t party and diction, it’s fiction
I’ma be like a judge and give it a conviction
‘Cause what you be, like, imitating is the next man
While you work hard, straining cords out and your glands
Besides that, you show no fashion or passion with
The microphone, your mind and attitude’s clashing
I’m O.C.—care to interlock with mine? Show
A sign. I’m here to teach deaf, dumb, and the blind
What you think? You can’t seek and define in the darkness?
I’ll brighten and shine while your mind remains thoughtless
It’s showtime