One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop   One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop      One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop   One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop      Ahh, check it out      Style like somethin' the microphone fiend would spark   Sort of reminiscing, of how it used to go down in the parks   Equipment ropped off, you can hear the vagas echo for miles and breath   Bass pounds the asphalt      Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a earthquake and   O.C. a classic in the making, mental make thoughts   My physical form words   Hot in my mouth like a joust, no doubt      Some a phenomenon, mic technician, electrician   Spit the mic down the middle like an El Producto   And throughout the resin, then asapoltin' this shit   Gift to gather a rhyme, make rap a stared son      The way I do this, switch up the fluid   So smooth you wanna persuie it   I'm raw like underground sewage you   This shit for insight?      Well I'm back, never was gone   What I right, be tighter than pin stripes   Born by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic   Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw, it's only right      I know it's hot, we hot too   You ready to throw down, we ready to have a party   So if ya ready to have a party, make some noise      Any mic I hold it in the grip of my palm   I wave it over the crowd   Dictatin' shit like Genghis Khan   Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic schoolin'      Bringin' samatics to this rap shit   Bonafied, mic set you can't see me on it   Master the art, so now I just flaunt it   Born to live, a life and die until then      I'mma keep on writin' the slick rhymes with the pen   Take the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin' innocence   Bust my nuts, bringin' rhymes to live like Genesis   But critical renaissance in death there's a flautless      Tearin' shit up when it comes to me pickin' up a cordless   One of New York's finest, on this trip I co-incide with B Minus   Bringin' out the best in me, we formulatin' like a recipe   What I implore, will show nuff disto my presence   Then I'm divine like the seven   Keepin' it tight 'cuz what safice is raw nigga, it's only right      One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop   One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop      One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop   One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop      Microphone's I melt down, slap crowns, push 'em out of bounds   Crush ya crowd, as I lay my third verse down   Because, this is what I want, to gain control of that position   It's only right, that I follow through competition      Be warning me, homicide rhymes or mad rounds   To get flass or pencil hurt, battin' me down   Contents flex text expert, since my born date   5/13/71 like a stick bin, injection      Inside ya blood stream, digest what I manifest   O.C., you best by me, others are mediocre like   I slam the earth like a meteor right   'Cuz I'mma take mine, leavin' you face down in the puddle      Blow up like a shuttle, when I give you my rebuttle   Frame of mind, across state lines   Await the taste, me like fine wines from Avidian   For those who wanna select cyphers to cyphers stash      Straight up, I don't rhyme for niggas   I prove myself, stylin' for years on the mic   On another level of being   What's the B Minus? It's only right      One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop   One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop      One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop   One, two, yeah and you don't stop   One, two, huh and you don't stop