OG Style - Kick the Ballistics lyrics

A lotta brothers play me cause I'm good Did it cause I could Sayin that the E can't flow, well, that's bull I talk like a pimp, walk with a limp My crew's the sh..., you're just a bunch of whimps Your outdated, your technique suffers Then you wonder how come it gets no rougher Than this, who's that other cat talkin that wick-wack That's a bunch of smack, check him, he's a new jack In this game I'm the master, I think faster I flow cause I have to and I last a Lot longer than some of ya, but I'm warnin ya Top-gunnin, I'm stunnin ya and runnin ya Out of this town like I'm a gunslinger I'm in position to acquire a lot and you're a dead ringer Mediocre MC's make my move the baddest Makin my mic play savage I'm the Original E which stands for Erotic and Exotic Like a p**no flick, got it I'm housin, which means you oughta get with this Now listen as we kick the ballistics How many MC's out there think that they can flow right Boss, they must be on a head sight Save it for David, trick, I don't wanna hear that Same ol' garbage talk, same ol' weak rap Brothers be fessin ill and talkin smack, bitin, sayin a lotta stuff But it's cool cause I don't bluff I recite my rhymes in a smooth type of fashion Heads'll sleep while I'm trashin The best -- on the set right now is O.G And I prefer the style cause it grips me Some of you groups ain't equipped for this type sh... Playin yourself out, braggin on your one hit I got a remedy, so don't even try me You wanna follow the leader, then follow O.G Come equipped for this hype type of theme song I'm the worst nightmare, so don't dream long If you do you wake up in a cold sweat You regret that we met and that's bet My style is hardcore and my rhymes click Now listen as we kick the ballistics Here's chapter three, the third verse You feel co*ky get a hearse, it gets worse As I lounge on the set it gets risky Not for me, for the opposition against me Check it, I go mic-check, O.G. breaks necks Boss causes the wreck while I change the contents You can't flow like this, brother, you ain't swift Cause I'm the wrong rapper to get with Fresh out the pack my rhymes are stacked From the top to the bottom I know I got em I'm a mic fiend releasin the steam, I'm a vocal dream The king of this thing, know what I mean? I do a show and get paid before the intro You do a show and still lookin for a c-note Then got the nerve to play big shot You're just an amateur, son, you ain't real hot I'm on a roll, you're aggravated and pitiful You wanna come for some, but I'm a brother who'll Be in effect while you're ridin on the dizznick So chill and listen as we kick the ballistics