My World

[Intro] Uhh Yeah, y'know Shit is wild, heheh Can't complain though, I'm alive Healthy and allathat, knahmsayin? Just tryin to do my thang Praise to all [Verse 1: O.C.] Bust it, that nigga Slick Rick said I waited long time sweatin it I got jerked but now I'm gettin it Hazy like asthma bizarre disaster Stress almost held me down from bein a master The pastor, preacher, poet, a teacher "It's been so long" like Monifah Believe that, I'm needed, in rappin, I breathe this Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this Oscar award winning your shit I'm bored with it Stop copy-catting son (why?) cause your dog did it Get your own lingo, make up your own jingle Ten years later you be bitin my single Primo, take it Downtown, Swing it Intervenin on the board, sensimil steamin, yeah Catch the vibe like a tribal dance In the clubs on the low with the b-boy stance Money rubbin with a shorty got bumped by a chump Tell him, 'Step off, I'm doin the Hump' Yeah [Hook] I say it's my world, and I won't stop And if you stand in my way you bound to get dropped [Verse 2: O.C.] Some wish that I was gone cause they know I'mma win In a minute I 'll be makin six G's times ten I'm the computer, printin out data take notes Then analyze the information and press send Freaky like porno, Ron Jeremy saw no Obstacle or pussy to stop him from bonin a ho Me and the mic double trouble Chicks look at us like twins, all lovable and huggable Prognosis, on the, mic I choke out Had the same effects from coughin blowin smoke out Architect, rap technician, man listen It's no doubt you gonna pump this in your system My skills ill, and all of that above Confidence, I'm not worried bout a street buzz I'm O.C., who you? I never heard of ya Get out my face 'fore I turn into a motherfuckin murderer I want the green like indo, a mansion, a car A wife who's never been a bimbo Too much to ask well to me that's simple Want to retire on a yacht, called the SS Minnow [Hook x4] [Verse 3: O.C.] Top choice, this here nigga got poise Ain't a man alive who could stop my noise I snatch a star from the sky, spark up your lye with it You stand astounded wonderin how I did it Now you're star struck, like I truck gold Treatin me like a nigga havin a million records sold Now a starchild, phenmonen like the X-Files Rappers know I'm comin so they go in exile Czar in this rap shit, comin on your mattress Microphone fiend I make beats do backflips Fear me like genocide, serious How I do it through your stereo, mysterious O.C. do demolition, nil competition Like robot Kong on a destroy mission A matter of life and death you try to fight for breath I snatch your heart from a slice through your chest Who the best, from New York to Bogota Who got face thinkin they scare me with a scar, shit What I be bringin is a terrible sight A performance never again performed on the mic [Hook x4] Say it's my world... It's my world...