Visual Picture O.C.

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Visualize
Without use of your cataracts, the storm brought
Forth by one who’s ripping it with a battle rap
You better vaccinate your body to
Be immune when my tune starts to penetrate
Your white blood cells cannot fight off the disease
It’s lost, swearing in the name of Jesus
Lord, here I go. When I’m flowing, the ruckus rant
If rhythm given, I jam it the moment I’m planting
A fist. I’ve come to bump to a lump. To
Top it off, hit you with the butt of a pump. Down you go
With a joint, bass slap to the surface
Take that crap back to Ringling Circus
Nigga. I pick up the rhyme just like a Glock
Automatic, precise, nigga—pop, pop, pop, pop
Drop hip hop, mock the adversaries with a
Very discreet rhyme. Yours cannot defeat mine
I’m in a lunatic stage, in a luna-
-tic rage, ready to break out of my cage. Got
Years under the belt. I felt I’ve paid my dues
Now poppa need a pair of brand-new construction boots
With durability when on the beams
When you face me, you better bring a whole team
Hit you, get you, sit you down, punch your brain
With a scripture of a visual picture