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O.C. - “My World”

Uh.  Yeah, you know?  sh*t is wild.  Haha, can’t complain though.  I’m alive, healthy and all of that, know’m saying?  Just trying to do my thing.  Praise to all.  Bust it

That n***a Slick Rick said
“I waited long time, sweating it
I got j*rked but now I’m getting it”
Hazy like asthma, bizarre disaster
Stress almost held me down from being a master
The pastor, preacher, poet, a teacher
“It’s been so long” like Monifah
Believe that I’m needed in rapping, I breathe this
Some pick up a microphone and can’t even achieve this
Oscar-award-winning.  Your sh*t?  I’m bored with it
Stop copycatting, son (Why?) ‘cause your dog did it
Get your own lingo, make up your own jingle
Ten years later, you be biting my single
Preemo, take it downtown swinging
Intervening on the board, sensimill’ steaming, yeah
Catch the vibe like a tribal dance
In the clubs, on the low with the b-boy stance, money
Rubbing with a shorty, got bumped by a chump, tell him
“Step off.  I’m doing the Hump”

Yeah, I say
It’s my world, and I won’t stop, and if
You stand in my way, you’re bound to get dropped, say…

Some wish that I was gone ‘cause they know I’ma win
In a minute, I ‘ll be making six G’s times ten.  I’m the
Computer, printing out data, take notes, then
Analyze the information, and press send
Freaky like porno, Ron Jeremy saw no
Obstacle or pu**y to stop him from boning a ho
Me and the mic double-trouble, chicks look at us
Like twins, all lovable and huggable
Prognosis: on the mic, I choke out
Had the same effects from coughing, blowing smoke out
Architect, rap technician.  Man, listen
It’s no doubt you’re gonna pump this in your system
My skills ill, and all of that above
Confidence, I’m not worried ‘bout a street buzz.  I’m
O.C.—who you?  I never heard of ya.  Get out
My face ‘fore I turn into a motherf**king murderer
I want the green like endo, a mansion
A car, a wife who’s never been a bimbo
Too much to ask?  Well, to me, that’s simple.  Want to
Retire on a yacht called the SS Minnow

I say
It’s my world, and I won’t stop, and if
You stand in my way, you’re bound to get dropped, say
It’s my world, and I won’t stop, and if
You stand in my way, you’re bound to get dropped, say
It’s my world, and I won’t stop, and if
You stand in my way, you’re bound to get dropped, say
It’s my world, and I won’t stop, and if
You stand in my way, you’re bound to get dropped

Uh, top choice, this here n***a got poise
Ain’t a man alive who could stop my noise, I snatch
A star from the sky, spark up your lye with it
You stand astounded, wondering how I did it, now you’re
Starstruck like I truck gold, treating
Me like a n***a having a million records sold.  Now a
Starchild, phenomenon like the X-Files
Rappers know I’m coming, so they go in exile
Czar in this rap sh*t, c*mming on your mattress
Microphone fiend, I make beats do backflips
Fear me like genocide, serious how I
Do it through your stereo, mysterious
O.C. do demolition near competition
Like robot Kong on a destroy mission
A matter of life and death, you try to fight for breath
I snatch your heart from a slice through your chest
Who the best from New York to Bogotá?
Who got Face, thinking they scare me with a Scar?  sh*t
What I be bringing is a terrible sight, a performance
Never again performed on the mic

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