Video of the Week

O.C. Time’s Up
You lack the minerals and vitamins, irons and the
niacin
Fuck who that I offend, rappers sit back I’m bout
to begin
bout foul talk you sqwak, never even walked the
walk
More less destined to get tested, never been
arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did
or heard about
or told first hand, never word of mouth
What’s in the future for the fusion in the
changer?
Rappers are in danger, who will use wits to be a
remainder
When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the
frame
Some will keep their limbs and, some will be
maimed
The same suckers with the gab about, killer
instincts
but turned bitch and knowin damn well they lack
In this division the conniseur, crackin your head
with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah
Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what
you consider
a image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
I’m feel I’m stone, not cause I bop or wear my
cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain’t true I
feel