O.c. - Point O' Viewz lyrics

[Hook: O.C.] Yo, I'm here to make mad moves, I won't pop On the planet to drop j**els, I won't pop Perpretatin' fame into news Give in O.C. point o' viewz [Verse 1: O.C.] Check me out, yo Now for mine it's a threat to pose you like a gun I even gon' stand and fight, or just run Once battled for undisputed, I never been suted The ones who persuted got suted up you loses now Now, one dies of place by his foetus born Devoted to hip hop you can call that I'm swarm Pickin' logic on the topic for the object is divide it I make sure folks pure and sense go inside it Lights I'm shinin through about time, one, two Hard work to mines, excellence over due, more than decent My decense is Portugese and pops put me upon it like less than recent But the stronghold of defense galved in my gut I got power plates to pick from so like I said [Hook x2] [Verse 2: O.C.] Besides, check it out Shag a lag infact why you conscience begged to be heard Nag to whino, f*g do what he said Decided to take in all the gimmicky (drunk and imatry) trigger Drinkin' Hennessy 'cited you up with energy Think not, s**er, stop look and time it I kick realities far beyond a canon I coast a mic, I mic boast but never bite, my physics With lyrics pose I'm mad scientist My ethics are as authentic quite pure And cure thoughts from Dally to the eastern shores O.C. double E master I'm conquer pace Plus I figure my mind is trapped beyond time and space Don't waste time or write a rhyme in haste They gotta fit like my foot size ain't it like I said [Hook x2] [Verse 3: O.C.] Check it out Whether either or how well you rock well Whether behind bars or dead my spirit will still dwell The eyes of the wise I size up the par Plus shine potential from the twilight of a star So who sets the norm for soft I can call for the rhyme come back on time and still get off No smokescreen can blind me on account of my crystal, I Whistle through the air like the stray of a pistol shot Listen up I'm here and I'm official I'm metaphysical Bein' worth seein' soon you'll be agreein' I robbed the pulminary, adversaries get sweaty palms Ain't ready for the mic so clap it of the arms So I can stick with the crew and takin' mine after ours Cause my purpose on the mic is to defeat all the frauds [Hook: repeated 'til fade]