[Lil' Fame: "I'm still doin my thang!"] [Danze: "Go 'head"]
[Big L: "Once again the man's back"] ("O.C.")
("I'm still doin my thang!") ("Go 'head")

("And once again the man's back" ) ("O.C.")
("I'm still doin my thang!") ("Go 'head")
("O.C.") ("once again") ("I'm still doin my thang!")

("O.C.") ("I'm still doin my.. my.. my.. my.. my..")

[O.C.: over scratches]

Geah... never weak
Your future seems bleak
Yeah... yeah, check, yo


[O.C.]
The meak, the weak listen when the God speak

Deep control like "The Pelican Brief"
Deadlift minds they wanna know what foe, who a foe
Mathematics, O back at it

Most def, mo' pep in my step, doze slept
Now awoke I'm like smellin salts under your nose
I revive 'em, guide 'em, teach 'em, won't deny 'em

Many not built like I am
Flow with remarkable timin, run laps around beats
Break records, reps double checkin

Like Ra said it's sportable, microphones portable
For any immortal man source is not affordable
Quote the ledger like 9/11 be forever in your mind embedded

Leave it to me, I'll set it

[Chorus]

("My skills ill, and all of that above") ("rap technician, man listen")
("My skills ill, and all of that above") ("O.C.") ("rap technician")
("My skills ill, and all of that above")

("There's no doubt you're gonna pump this in your system")

[O.C.]

Yo, new thug anthem, this %#@! amped
in a way that a monkey react seein a panther
Roy Jones of rap, others can't stand it

Deliver K.O.'s with both hands do damage
Dome all swoll, I'll deflate it
Product of my old earth, if I don't agree I debate it

Opinions like $$#holes, we all got 'em
The infrared got 'em, O keep heads noddin
Lyrics like shotguns scatter buckshots

Once upon a time, occupied a dust spot
West coast call it sherm, East coast say embalmin fluid
This is menage-a music, whoa

Speakin in third person, one man version
Orchestrate thoughts like Gershwin
Still got fans on deck, still got die-hard ^!$$%z thirstin


[Chorus]


("Ain't I fly? O.C.")

[O.C.]

My roots run deep through NY, truck through hoods like a semi
Do it cause I can't owe the man
Know your place, all I got is my word and namesake

Patient under God, walk around town megahard like
.. ain't no thang, never ran never will
Mouth crooked, aura straight Brooklyn

Raised in the bosom of God, please forgive me for my sins
One love to my ^!$$%z behind bars
He's so nice, I heard it before

Bring your best rap dudes, bet I murder 'em all
Neglect the fact I ain't got plaques on the wall
Play a big part for you and your crew's downfall

Flow, @@#!ed and ready to bust and blast off
This here lead dye shed pounds off balls
Tough talkin ^!$$%z get a round of applause


("Bump this in your system")
("skills ill, and all of that above") ("O.C.")

("My skills ill...") ("O... O... O... O.C.C.")
("My skills ill")

[ad lib scratching to end]