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Some stuck up shit
Motherfuckers better know
What
Motherfucker
Fuck y'all
King of NY
Let it be known, motherfuckers
It's on
Yo, wake up to the mathematics
Rhyme fanatic, lyrical acrobatic, fantastic
Mastermind, shine through with hell of a force
I come through, niggas take a deep breath and pause
O.C. I, recognize me I'm
V.I.P. status, feared like vampire bats
Suck blood out of beats that bang
Making sure I drain every main vein
Taking fluid out the brain
Verbal autops', when I perform
Voice box locked like lock jaw
Wide open like a sore
I'm the cure, the medicine, the anesthetic
Scientists of all walks of rhyme and the esoteric
Let it be known, who bad to the bone marrow
I pierce ears like a target in a bow and arrow
Phenomenon speak with grace
Smacking niggas in the face like an 808 with deep bass
I come through with mad force, ya'll ain't ready for war
I'm your worst nightmare behind the closed door
I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force
Recognize, I'm the King of New York, motherfucker
I take it straight, no chase to the head
Like Baldwin and Fishburne in Fled, full of bloodshed
Theories of Einstein, perfected ideas take a lifetime
Must say I'm reaching my prime
Poetic like Langston Hughes, masterpieces
When I write rhymes they form into a thesis
Degrees of emceeing, lesson number one, perfect your breathing
Say rhymes without screaming, keep your tones even
Hot as the Serengeti is, equipped with the steady shit
Always on point and my middle name's readiness
My niche is, sound pitches, winning switches
Like pimps with hoes, on the stroll, tricking them bitches
Lyrics stay tight like a virgin in white
If I was handicapped I'd still be determined to write
Fuck around with the shogun that's holding the mic
Get sliced like Swiss 'cause your shit ain't tight
I come through with mad force, ya'll ain't ready for war
I'm your worst nightmare behind the closed door
I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force
Recognize, I'm the King of New York, motherfucker
I spit lyrics like venom, get 'em in my zone
Make it known that my lake got reptiles in 'em
When I strike it's lightning fast
A lot of ya'll ain't ready for O.C., ya'll too light in the ass
I'm like C4, ready to blast
If I explode and miss, best believe I'm holding more in the stash
Legendary and I'm not even dead yet
I been fighting this war long enough so I'm considered a vet
I was chose to attend the round table with Gods
I was here in the past life as L. Malik Shabazz
Check my birthday, Malcolm X was born in May
We coincide, same month, same year, same day
Before being born I was destined for greatness
When I was just floating in my mom's stomach weightless
Slapped on the ass by the nurse in operation
My nuts swinging upside down, the world I'm facing
It's nine months later, a job well done
Motherfuckers make way, 'cause here I come
I come through with mad force, ya'll ain't ready for war
I'm your worst nightmare behind the closed door
I whirlwind through the city like a blizzard with force
Recognize, I'm the King of New York, motherfucker
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