Point O Viewz - O.C.

I’m here

To make mad moves, I won’t pop

On the planet to drop jewels, I won’t pop, interpretating

Pain into news, giving

O.C.

point of views, yo.

Check me out

Now

My mind is a threat that pulls you like a gun

I either gon' stand and fight or just run

Once battled for undisputed, I never pursued it

The ones who pursued it got suited-up fuses

Now one dies, replaced by his fetus born

Devoted to hip hop, you could quote that I’m sworn

Picking logic on the topic, for the object is to vibe it

I’ll make sure thoughts are pure and sense go inside it

Lights is shining through about time, one, two

Hard work, demise, excellence overdue.

More than

Decent, my descents is Portuguese and

Pops put me up on it, like, less than recent

«» is carved in my gut.

I got

Powerplays to pick from, so, like I said

I’m here

To make mad moves, I won’t pop

On the planet to drop jewels, I won’t pop, interpretating

Pain into news, giving

O.C.

point of views.

Yo, I’m here

To make mad moves, I won’t pop

On the planet to drop jewels, I won’t pop, interpretating

Pain into news, giving

O.C.

point of views.

Ah, check it out

Shake a leg, you’re fake while your concepts beg to be

Heard.

NED to wino, fed you what he said

Decided to take in all the gimmicky, (drunk imagery)

Trigger.

Drinking Hennessy psyched you up with energy

Think not, sucker.

Stop, look, examine

I kick realities far beyond a cannon

I coast the mic, I might boast but never bite.

My

Physics with lyrics pose a mad scientist

My ethics aren’t synthetic, quite pure

They cure thoughts from Cali to the Eastern shores

O.C.-double-E master, I conquer pace, plus I

Figure my mind is trapped beyond time and space

Don’t waste time, won’t write a rhyme in haste—they gotta

Fit like my foot—size eight—and, like I said

I’m here

To make mad moves, I won’t pop

On the planet to drop jewels, I won’t pop, interpretating

Pain into news, giving

O.C.

point of views.

Yo, I’m here

To make mad moves, I won’t pop

On the planet to drop jewels, I won’t pop, interpretating

Pain into news, giving

O.C.

point of views.

Check it out

Whether either/or how well, you’ll rock well, whether

Behind bars or dead, my spirit’ll still dwell in

The eyes of the wise, I size up to par

Plus shine potential from the twilight of a star

So who says the North is soft?

I could coffin

A rhyme, come back on time, and still get off

No smokescreen could 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, a metaphysical

Being worth seeing—soon, you’ll be agreeing

I’ll throb your pulmonary, adversaries get sweaty palms

Ain’t ready for the mic unless clapping off the arms, so I

Just stick with the crew and taking mine after ours ‘cause

My purpose on the mic is to defeat all the frauds

And making

Making mad moves, I won’t pop

On the planet to drop jewels, I won’t pop, interpretating

Pain into news, giving

O.C.

point of views.

Yo, I’m here

To make mad moves, I won’t pop

On the planet to drop jewels, I won’t pop, interpretating

Pain into news, giving

O.C.

point of views.

Yo, I’m here

To make mad moves, I won’t pop

On the planet to drop jewels, I won’t pop, interpretating

Pain into news, giving

O.C.

point of views.

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