The O.C. Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 10:24

O-Zone

How shall I begin? I'll **** at the wind
Come out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end
O period C period you're fearin it
Next to me and my mic rappers are just inferior
My posterior pulls not my brain but secondary
Mic to mouth is how I drag down adversaries
Let me give you a brief bio O's not ? Style
Innovations are my thing so I can go the extra Mile
I'll 'tack attract maximum rarely minimum actions
Soon to be a club favorite, cause I'm the comin attraction
Ruler schooled an MC, with official competition
Parasol, acapella peep the weak, competition
They should listen, is it live or Memorex, with lies
Scared to use intelligence, your methods are irrelevant
Home writin poems, the wrong niggaz touched
the micraphone blown up, I'm callin your bluff
Step into the O-Zone..

"Your first time'll be your last earth memories" Mobb Deep
cut n scratched

My trusty mic will never get rusty, write rhymes day and night
Moonshine'll put your lyrics in a bind
(like the) in out, but still play penetrate em
I weight em up and down, size made em, who's laid em, now
He bare gashes, wounds are exposed
to ones writin music, now he's a deep composer
Foes are flammable in it's entirety
Step back a hundred feet or so cause what I let loose, is fiery
Fisticuffs, slips are blistered
Non dread rappers wanna sell cause it's hot, so they calypsin
Claims they rips it, "Yo man I can flow," so what?
Every one two one three bars all I hear is a cuss
You ain't impressin me, manifestin meaninglessness
This is the second verse, so I'ma seal it off, like this
Here's an invitation, to be facin me, to seek salvation
The proper education, step into the O-Zone..

"Your first time'll be your last earth memories" Mobb Deep
cut n scratched

My, O.C. in the zone, arcadis cannabis my arsenal of stock
I leave your minds lost in the mists
I pick you off without a timeline for, rhyme for
Give me an encore, O.C. be like soar like a condor
Effortless, one of the best at this, man the money I'm worth
to most governments, would leave a big, deficit
Mangificent, on my own trip, natural
Saturated by the blend of beats Buckwild present
Control the soulless with mindpower, hour after minute
Every second troubleshootin, never died cause I'm infinite
When it's all over, and my physical shell just rot
Rhymes'll be left behind, to cold, blow up the spot
My presentation, you're tastin, I'm bassin in your face and
this is Camp Crystal Lake and I'm Jason
Step into the O-Zone..

"Your first time'll be your last earth memories" Mobb Deep
-cut n scratched-

The O.C.

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 10:27

Time's Up

You lack the minerals and vitamins irons and the niacin
**** who that I offend rappers sit back I'm bout to begin
bout foul talk you sqwak never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
or told first hand never word of mouth
What's in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger who will use wits to be a remainder
When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
but turned bitch and knowin damn well they lack
In this division the conniseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah
Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you consider
a image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
I'm feel I'm stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel

"Their time's limited, hard rocks too" Slick Rick
(from the song Hey Young World)

Speakin in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
Admit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind it
I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
Most write about stuff they fantasized
I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
and glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flipped
It's the same old same old just strain it from the anal
The contact, is not com-pexed or vexed
So why you puhsin it? Why you lyin for? I know where you live
I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in actin class
Your whole aura is plexi-glass
What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That's a lie, you was in church with your moms
See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go
Guys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for dough
Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh
I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
It's the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust
some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote
That's what I consider real, in this field of music
Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Everybody's either crime-related or sexual
I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin
The traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippin
For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel

"Their time's limited, hard rocks too" Slick Rick
(from the song Hey Young World)

The O.C.

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 10:29

What I Represent
Mmm mmm yeah East coast no doubt
Hip hop is somethin you live rap is somethin you do

Sorta distorted yo that's a fact
Bad news gave a nigga in the mind contact
I react on blues then use it within
Blend concious thoughts to make man mortal men
see right ways to shell out this thing hip hop
I pledge O.C. will only season the crops
And never stop side drops or shot, I'm fiendin
Covering more ground than news on CNN
Being in the state of vast consumption in this game
it's like drugs only quantity is run throughout
Quality is walking through the valley of the reaper
True deceivers are coming through your receivers
Solid foundation to me is the true meaning of hardcore
We need a little bit more...

(layered on samples)

Love and affection
"What I represent is MC's gone mad" Q-Tip

I'm living in the time where life be a buck
more worth than a child this rap shit suck
Very few or should I say a handful of MC's
Talk live, calling themselves kickin life, indeed
I listen and take a look around only seein who's
all about frontin and who's profilin
While my glock I had, guess what I forsaw
True for now I'm not surprised we didn't rise not at all
Too many clicks for dolo, weak hitting solos
My scrolls, they always paint visual photos
O.C. worth more than a million
Building nuff respect on the circuit of rap like Sicilians
You might see the b-boy when I walk New York
Crew of brothers recognized so I stopped to talk
Even the girls be hawkin sassi-fraskin askin
What's going on and am I still rapping
Things will change with hope galore
But when it comes to rap, we need a little bit more...

Big U hold your head and God bless your wife
Got your little baby girl so I know she's alright
I strike the mic anytime smashing yours
Word are wise with wisdom with the width of a wall
and way describe I prescribe antidotes
Curing, reassuring my lyrical notes
Make an impact a fact on the backs of men
Magnified to the fullest magnificent
Brilliant, my composition is efficiently prone
to set fire to a waste and char your ass to the bone
Figure, I trigger, bigger, bold bad men
Come against O you'll be walking away a sad man
Miles of red tape had me stunted for growth
but when I took off on wax I maxed the globe
Didn't happen so far, respect be just building
Watch for the devils in the forms of chameleons
Kick the raw slow down on the score
Think before you write or find yourself falling
Final calling, you're spreading infection
When it comes to rap, we need a little bit more...

The O.C.

**Prenses** · 04.09.08, 10:31

Your Life
Featuring U NAST Nevaha

[O.C.]
Uhh uhh
Yeah yeah
Hah hah
U NAST and O.C.
O.C. and U NAST
Yeah yeah
Medina style y'know?

Commitin crimes with the rhymes always on time
Lampin on the Island with a honey that's a dime
Sippin on wine escapin New York life
Fleein the inner city streets for a little paradise
I rent a villa on the beach on the lam
like a killer chillin but I'm not a villain
Feelin effects of the Mai-Tai and the weed U NAST
copped from the rastas, gettin, high as the climate
Designer drug dosage, raps I spit
be ferocious, quote it like Confucious
Thick like mucus in the membrane, penetrate like Ben-Gay
On the mic mother****ers call me Sensei
Cluster, illustrious like a carat that I got
from the District, bust rhymes like a biscuit
Mister, Oh pronunciated with the Cee
Mesmerizing chicks from New York to gay Paris

O.C.

I never knew that my life it could be so hard
Whatsamatter with your life?
Gotta get yourself together, and make things right y'know
Whatsamatter with your world?

[U NAST]
General Monk mong style U NAST I get wild
Chase you two thousand two hundred miles outside of town
Yo Oh hold it down (no doubt) at the rate that sound travel
My team'll have you caught from a smokin barrel
Dead or paralyzed, my mack parallel lines
is my rhymes, the shit I design
You and I burst, I verse, draw last die first
Time to realize you're ****in with the worst
and it gets no better than the twenty-first letter
Can't a man on the planet stop the God from gettin cheddar

[O.C.]
Yeah, uhh
Yeah, yeah
Whatsamatter with your world?

We in the mix like this, drink Henn (pop Crist)
Warmin up another verse (yo Son I got this)

[U NAST]
Watch this how I rock shit, lock shit
Six hundred Coupe chop shop shit, ?be gafe rop chop shit?

[O.C.]
Hey I like spike mics like football punts
Man I do this on the real yo this shit ain't no front

[U NAST]
No illusions, I want the absence of confusion

[both]
And if I can't get it I'ma start a revolution

[U NAST]
Yeah, know what I'm sayin?
Everything that glitters ain't gold
And when I seem I'm at my tightest that's when I lose control
But right now, me and Oh, we gonna show you how it is back at home

[Nevaha]
So what's the deal people, how y'all, it's ?Nevaha?
Caught a little drama back in South Carolina
Caught up in some bullshit a half a brick thick
Me and these three cats and this one sneaky bitch
Called up wifey, "Mama, I need bail
Don't tell Mama Dukes tell I get out jail"
Airplane ticket, get the loot, move your tail
Now it's back to the drawin boards, my plans fail
Couple weeks later, here comes wifey's birthday
You're turnin twenty-four, it's a glorious day
Showed you all my plans down to X on the map
Ten days after that you lied dead on my lap
I seen my whole world diminish in just, two minutes
Where I thought our life was startin off, yours just finished
Now I'm home at night, holdin down our seed
Tears rollin down my face while I steam these trees
It's a must that I bust cause I must succeed
I'm the strongest out my breed so I provide what Mia needs

[O.C.]
Whatsamatter with your world?

[O.C.]
Yeah... co-signing on my nigga trial, shit got wild
He caught a case for a body and a pist-al, shit's foul
Cats run they mouth a mile a minute like bitches
Instead of holdin it down, niggaz turn snitches
Stressed like **** and you could see it in my face
I was, goin through problems with my shorty plus thinkin
bout my man ?Nevaha?, politickin with his Ma Dukes
Strugglin to scrape up cake, for his court date
I felt like shit, I didn't come through
Blue skies turned gray so I proceed to pray
It ain't workin, the whole situation's uncertain
Rent's overdue, bills pilin like curtains
Bitches on my back, this chick named Cat
was on my side til I got wise and opened up my eyes
Bad luck for this life I hail, I say
Whatsamatter with my world?

The O.C.

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04.09.08, 10:27	#2 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Time's Up Time's Up You lack the minerals and vitamins irons and the niacin **** who that I offend rappers sit back I'm bout to begin bout foul talk you sqwak never even walked the walk More less destined to get tested never been arrested My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about or told first hand never word of mouth What's in the future for the fusion in the changer? Rappers are in danger who will use wits to be a remainder When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts but turned bitch and knowin damn well they lack In this division the conniseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4 Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you consider a image, to me this is, just a scrimmage I'm feel I'm stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock Those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel "Their time's limited, hard rocks too" Slick Rick (from the song Hey Young World) Speakin in tongues, about what you did but you never done it Admit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind it I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed Most write about stuff they fantasized I'm fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips and glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flipped It's the same old same old just strain it from the anal The contact, is not com-pexed or vexed So why you puhsin it? Why you lyin for? I know where you live I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid Your persona's drama, that you acquired in high school in actin class Your whole aura is plexi-glass What's-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park That's a lie, you was in church with your moms See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go Guys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for dough Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh I'd rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect It's the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody'll quote That's what I consider real, in this field of music Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it Non-conceptual, non-exceptional Everybody's either crime-related or sexual I'm here to make a difference, besides all the riffin The traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippin For those who pose lyrical but really ain't true I feel "Their time's limited, hard rocks too" Slick Rick (from the song Hey Young World) The O.C.

04.09.08, 10:29	#3 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	What I Represent What I Represent Mmm mmm yeah East coast no doubt Hip hop is somethin you live rap is somethin you do Sorta distorted yo that's a fact Bad news gave a nigga in the mind contact I react on blues then use it within Blend concious thoughts to make man mortal men see right ways to shell out this thing hip hop I pledge O.C. will only season the crops And never stop side drops or shot, I'm fiendin Covering more ground than news on CNN Being in the state of vast consumption in this game it's like drugs only quantity is run throughout Quality is walking through the valley of the reaper True deceivers are coming through your receivers Solid foundation to me is the true meaning of hardcore We need a little bit more... (layered on samples) Love and affection "What I represent is MC's gone mad" Q-Tip I'm living in the time where life be a buck more worth than a child this rap shit suck Very few or should I say a handful of MC's Talk live, calling themselves kickin life, indeed I listen and take a look around only seein who's all about frontin and who's profilin While my glock I had, guess what I forsaw True for now I'm not surprised we didn't rise not at all Too many clicks for dolo, weak hitting solos My scrolls, they always paint visual photos O.C. worth more than a million Building nuff respect on the circuit of rap like Sicilians You might see the b-boy when I walk New York Crew of brothers recognized so I stopped to talk Even the girls be hawkin sassi-fraskin askin What's going on and am I still rapping Things will change with hope galore But when it comes to rap, we need a little bit more... Big U hold your head and God bless your wife Got your little baby girl so I know she's alright I strike the mic anytime smashing yours Word are wise with wisdom with the width of a wall and way describe I prescribe antidotes Curing, reassuring my lyrical notes Make an impact a fact on the backs of men Magnified to the fullest magnificent Brilliant, my composition is efficiently prone to set fire to a waste and char your ass to the bone Figure, I trigger, bigger, bold bad men Come against O you'll be walking away a sad man Miles of red tape had me stunted for growth but when I took off on wax I maxed the globe Didn't happen so far, respect be just building Watch for the devils in the forms of chameleons Kick the raw slow down on the score Think before you write or find yourself falling Final calling, you're spreading infection When it comes to rap, we need a little bit more... The O.C.

04.09.08, 10:31	#4 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Your Life Your Life Featuring U NAST Nevaha [O.C.] Uhh uhh Yeah yeah Hah hah U NAST and O.C. O.C. and U NAST Yeah yeah Medina style y'know? Commitin crimes with the rhymes always on time Lampin on the Island with a honey that's a dime Sippin on wine escapin New York life Fleein the inner city streets for a little paradise I rent a villa on the beach on the lam like a killer chillin but I'm not a villain Feelin effects of the Mai-Tai and the weed U NAST copped from the rastas, gettin, high as the climate Designer drug dosage, raps I spit be ferocious, quote it like Confucious Thick like mucus in the membrane, penetrate like Ben-Gay On the mic mother**ers call me Sensei Cluster, illustrious like a carat that I got from the District, bust rhymes like a biscuit Mister, Oh pronunciated with the Cee Mesmerizing chicks from New York to gay Paris O.C. I never knew that my life it could be so hard Whatsamatter with your life? Gotta get yourself together, and make things right y'know Whatsamatter with your world? [U NAST] General Monk mong style U NAST I get wild Chase you two thousand two hundred miles outside of town Yo Oh hold it down (no doubt) at the rate that sound travel My team'll have you caught from a smokin barrel Dead or paralyzed, my mack parallel lines is my rhymes, the shit I design You and I burst, I verse, draw last die first Time to realize you're in with the worst and it gets no better than the twenty-first letter Can't a man on the planet stop the God from gettin cheddar [O.C.] Yeah, uhh Yeah, yeah Whatsamatter with your world? We in the mix like this, drink Henn (pop Crist) Warmin up another verse (yo Son I got this) [U NAST] Watch this how I rock shit, lock shit Six hundred Coupe chop shop shit, ?be gafe rop chop shit? [O.C.] Hey I like spike mics like football punts Man I do this on the real yo this shit ain't no front [U NAST] No illusions, I want the absence of confusion [both] And if I can't get it I'ma start a revolution [U NAST] Yeah, know what I'm sayin? Everything that glitters ain't gold And when I seem I'm at my tightest that's when I lose control But right now, me and Oh, we gonna show you how it is back at home [Nevaha] So what's the deal people, how y'all, it's ?Nevaha? Caught a little drama back in South Carolina Caught up in some bullshit a half a brick thick Me and these three cats and this one sneaky bitch Called up wifey, "Mama, I need bail Don't tell Mama Dukes tell I get out jail" Airplane ticket, get the loot, move your tail Now it's back to the drawin boards, my plans fail Couple weeks later, here comes wifey's birthday You're turnin twenty-four, it's a glorious day Showed you all my plans down to X on the map Ten days after that you lied dead on my lap I seen my whole world diminish in just, two minutes Where I thought our life was startin off, yours just finished Now I'm home at night, holdin down our seed Tears rollin down my face while I steam these trees It's a must that I bust cause I must succeed I'm the strongest out my breed so I provide what Mia needs [O.C.] Whatsamatter with your world? [O.C.] Yeah... co-signing on my nigga trial, shit got wild He caught a case for a body and a pist-al, shit's foul Cats run they mouth a mile a minute like bitches Instead of holdin it down, niggaz turn snitches Stressed like ** and you could see it in my face I was, goin through problems with my shorty plus thinkin bout my man ?Nevaha?, politickin with his Ma Dukes Strugglin to scrape up cake, for his court date I felt like shit, I didn't come through Blue skies turned gray so I proceed to pray It ain't workin, the whole situation's uncertain Rent's overdue, bills pilin like curtains Bitches on my back, this chick named Cat was on my side til I got wise and opened up my eyes Bad luck for this life I hail, I say Whatsamatter with my world? The O.C.

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