O.c.

O.c. - Xorcise lyrics

Xorcise

X-o-r-c-i-s-e, nigga

I'm OC, nigga

L-legendary

[VERSE 1: O.C.]

Aiyo, who's that nigga

Drop-top dippin through your block

Like I don't give a fuck, keep talkin

You remain walkin

My man Ra stay switchin V's like sneakers

I'm comin through your speakers

Throw up your dick-beaters

My hands be swift like cheetahs

Catch these bombs like wide receivers

Run with cats in Brooknam, cats in the Bx

My niggas in the Q-Boro, they live for the BS

Who got game? Tee up, I'm hot like fever

Strictly for the ladies like Finesse said

We a, tight-knit unit assuming our position

In the game we outcast, we sorta like mutants

I live through the music, dependin how I use it

Oh, I carry a big stick like Yusef

My crew talk incentives, when I spit a sentence

Like a punch in the mouth, sendin these rappers to the dentist

[VERSE 1: O.C.]

See, even when I take a lay-off I still be paid off

Still manage to stay fly with my foot in the door

Seein the wolves in the cut just hopin I bleed

Prayin I run and leave a trail and find blood-soaked leaves

But little do they know I'm layin traps for they asses

Hang em high, kiss your family goodbye

Ain't no stoppin my facade, y'all have every right to be alarmed

Planets lined up for me now, no time to be calm

I'm like the comin of the Anti-Christ, far from new, nothin nice

Commit the crime, fuck the law, murder one, take your life

Buck-fifty-scar the face, I'm cyanide, bars laced

Kill shit, slip out the place without a trace

It's the return of the emperor, rap prime minister

Simon Bar Sinister, no one similar

Triple six, mark of the beast, holdin the keys

To the depths of hell, try to exorcise me like a priest

Cause torture, read your Qu'ran, your Bible, your Torah

I'm Soddom and Gomorrah, your worst fuckin horror

Just imagine how it feels bein dropped in hot lava

You in Hades now, I own your soul, there's no bargains

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