O.C., Big L - Blackout Rap Show Freestyle lyrics
[O.C., Big L - Blackout Rap Show Freestyle lyrics]
I be puffin' blunts in the house
Hittin' stunts on the couch this year
Crazy cats gon' get punched in they mouth
When your wife see me
She don't know how to act
So don't be mad when I blow
Out her back For real
Your whole crew's a buncha poo butts
Made a few bucks j'd a few sluts
Then ya'll started runnin' your lips
A little too much
Got chedda to blow, pockets never get low
Chickens sweat me wherever I go
Me and OC be in the Lex', Cartier specs
Nautica sweats
Gore Tex, with Presidentials on
Full of baguettes
I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke
Sold smack now I wanna gold plaque
Can I get a soul clap?
Some cats be col' wack
You got the lye? Well brother, roll that
And if it won't get me high, then hold that
I'mma cop me a six
And cruise through the block with your trick
I'mma keep droppin' them hit's
It won't stop 'til I'm rich
Any mic I hold in the grip of my palm
I wave it over the crowd
Dictating shit like Genghis Khan
Nonchalantly deliver the flow
Like drug traffic
Scolding, bringing somatic to this rap shit
Bona fide mic set, you can't see me on it
Master the art, so now I just flaunt it
Born to live a life and die, but 'til then
I'mma keep on writing slick
Rhymes with the pen
I take the cherry from a beat
Like a virgin havin' innocent
Bust my nut, bring rhyme to life like Genesis
Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless
Tearing it up when it comes to
Me picking up this cordless
One of New York's finest
On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz
Bringing out the best in me
We formulatin' like a recipe
Water and dough, we sho' 'nuff
Bestow my presence
Then I'm divine like the seven
Keeping it tight
Cause what I suffice is raw nigga
It's only right
Like that, y'all
It's like that, y'all
On the Blackout Rap show
With my man Phat Phillie check it out, uhh
We about to get into a verse like this
Check me out, y'all
Hmm-mmm
Yeah, yeah a couple of years ago
Before the year nine-fo'
My cash flow was low, I was low on dough
Used to try to talk to fly girls
And they was like: No!
I knew that all of that'd change
Once I started to blow
Now my pockets are bloated
Because I exploded
Stay devoted, dropped a hot album
Now I'm loaded
I hang with fly stars, buy cars
For fifty-thou' the New York City child
Thug with a pretty smile
I love this rap game, that's why I married it
It's a big load
But somebody gots to carry it
At one point I was about to give up
Then got offered a record deal
And my eyes lit up
In 1992, boo, my dream came true
First I got the fame
Then the cream came through
Word up, I used to rhyme all the time
Whoever thought that slim
Kid from one-three-nine'd
Shine down the line, huh?
I used to sell cracks, now I sell tracks
Listen up, cause when L raps, he tell facts
I'm the type of cat to lay wack MCs to rest
I was told to work hard to achieve success
Words of wisdom from my father
He said: L, when things ain't going so well
Don't give up, try harder
And never be afraid to make mistakes
And don't spend your cash foolishly
Save your papes
Cause good things come to those
Who wait they turn stay concerned
Cause it's a lotta papes to earn
And help those that's less fortunate than you
And stay true to whatever you do
Until you're through
Yo, uhh
OC's illin', I will never, ever bore you
OC's illin', I will never, ever bore you
To rock like I do, it takes certain zest
I'm truly untouchable, like Elliot Ness
See, my word and verse is
Fly one moment tranquil
Then the next minute it goes
With the strength to kill
I can rock a party right, all night
Just trust me
Not an MC out there who can touch me
Anywhere I go, young ladies, they rush me
When I'm on the mic
No way in hell you can hush me
My mere presence will leave you in awe
And when I'm through you too
Will call me pa pa
Now is the time to settle this vendetta
Slicin' MCs like a Swiss-cheese shredda
If you don't like Swiss
Then I cut you like chedda
Thick, slow and quick
Great pain it will inflict
The beat's on time and the cuts all click
Elegant, never meant, I loves to invent
If you heard me say I rock
This is what I meant
I don't shriek, I speak
I could never be weak
I got the crowd overwhelmed
With my rap mystique
I'm shrewd, never booed, I wear the MC crown
When I step in the place, MCs, they bow down
Suckas I will smash
They're not fit for the class
Yo, when we get on the mic
They break out like a rash
Cause my sonic, atomic MCs get moronic
Chillin' with Big L, we like: It's bionic
Charismatic, emphatic, bass has no static
Strungin' off the rhyme like a cocaine addict
Nothing but cheers, call OC the leader
Def rhyme writer, fake MC defeater
Girlfriend said you're sweet, but I'm sweeter
I'll slay any MC in this rappin' arena
Colossal, not a fossil, MCs are quite docile
Teach what I'm preaching
You can call me an apostle
Tall, not short, dog, and this is the sport
I'm a soldier with the mic
And I'm guarding my fort
And MCs are no bigger than my big toe
And I get higher rating than The Cosby Show
When I recite my rhyme, just for you
My friend
Big L, jump on this mic and flow once again
Yo it's L the Harlem check it out, bust it
Yo it's L, the Harlem pimp baby for real
I got more dimes than that Sprint lady
And that's ill
Playa hatas be giving me harsh looks
But, I'm tryin' to sell
Records like Garth Brooks forget em all
Yo, it's L the Harlem pimp baby
Just like I said
Right now, I'm going off the top of the head
It's me and OC, we be low-key
Chillin' in the cribs, iced-out Roley
Chillin' with my man
His name is Phat Phillie
I'm about to get illy, L is a willy
The Blackout Rap Show
I'm cool like my man, Fat Joe
Chew MCs like tobacco oC
Who's the fatso? No, not O
MC pro rap, I can rip the show
With my man Big L, that's right
We representin'
Name is OC, I'll put my foot indent in
Inside your butt like a slut on the call
MC war mics I storm
My man Big E is on the back of the side
MCs, pull away before I crash your ride
Check it out, check it out
OC i got your back, bro
I got your back
And we chillin' on the show
Called the Blackout Rap show
It's like that y'all it's like that y'all
OC and L could never be wack y'all
Check it out
Every time I flow it's a sensation
Check it out, like
Live motivation!
Uhh! yeah, cuttin' MCs like Jason
What? We been the ill?
I'mma set it off
Then you gonna set it off next
One-two watch how we flex
Uhh, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all
It's like that, we hit the
Cats with a base bat, y'all
Right now, we tourin' all over the world
MCs, just dissin' your girl
Uhh, we cool you know how we do
Takin' MCs to schools and we ain't no fool
Right now we gonna make this
The very last line
Sucka MCs, O and L is on time
Like that, ya'll
Hittin' stunts on the couch this year
Crazy cats gon' get punched in they mouth
When your wife see me
She don't know how to act
So don't be mad when I blow
Out her back For real
Your whole crew's a buncha poo butts
Made a few bucks j'd a few sluts
Then ya'll started runnin' your lips
A little too much
Got chedda to blow, pockets never get low
Chickens sweat me wherever I go
Me and OC be in the Lex', Cartier specs
Nautica sweats
Gore Tex, with Presidentials on
Full of baguettes
I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke
Sold smack now I wanna gold plaque
Can I get a soul clap?
Some cats be col' wack
You got the lye? Well brother, roll that
And if it won't get me high, then hold that
I'mma cop me a six
And cruise through the block with your trick
I'mma keep droppin' them hit's
It won't stop 'til I'm rich
Any mic I hold in the grip of my palm
I wave it over the crowd
Dictating shit like Genghis Khan
Nonchalantly deliver the flow
Like drug traffic
Scolding, bringing somatic to this rap shit
Bona fide mic set, you can't see me on it
Master the art, so now I just flaunt it
Born to live a life and die, but 'til then
I'mma keep on writing slick
Rhymes with the pen
I take the cherry from a beat
Like a virgin havin' innocent
Bust my nut, bring rhyme to life like Genesis
Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless
Tearing it up when it comes to
Me picking up this cordless
One of New York's finest
On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz
Bringing out the best in me
We formulatin' like a recipe
Water and dough, we sho' 'nuff
Bestow my presence
Then I'm divine like the seven
Keeping it tight
Cause what I suffice is raw nigga
It's only right
Like that, y'all
It's like that, y'all
On the Blackout Rap show
With my man Phat Phillie check it out, uhh
We about to get into a verse like this
Check me out, y'all
Hmm-mmm
Yeah, yeah a couple of years ago
Before the year nine-fo'
My cash flow was low, I was low on dough
Used to try to talk to fly girls
And they was like: No!
I knew that all of that'd change
Once I started to blow
Now my pockets are bloated
Because I exploded
Stay devoted, dropped a hot album
Now I'm loaded
I hang with fly stars, buy cars
For fifty-thou' the New York City child
Thug with a pretty smile
I love this rap game, that's why I married it
It's a big load
But somebody gots to carry it
At one point I was about to give up
Then got offered a record deal
And my eyes lit up
In 1992, boo, my dream came true
First I got the fame
Then the cream came through
Word up, I used to rhyme all the time
Whoever thought that slim
Kid from one-three-nine'd
Shine down the line, huh?
I used to sell cracks, now I sell tracks
Listen up, cause when L raps, he tell facts
I'm the type of cat to lay wack MCs to rest
I was told to work hard to achieve success
Words of wisdom from my father
He said: L, when things ain't going so well
Don't give up, try harder
And never be afraid to make mistakes
And don't spend your cash foolishly
Save your papes
Cause good things come to those
Who wait they turn stay concerned
Cause it's a lotta papes to earn
And help those that's less fortunate than you
And stay true to whatever you do
Until you're through
Yo, uhh
OC's illin', I will never, ever bore you
OC's illin', I will never, ever bore you
To rock like I do, it takes certain zest
I'm truly untouchable, like Elliot Ness
See, my word and verse is
Fly one moment tranquil
Then the next minute it goes
With the strength to kill
I can rock a party right, all night
Just trust me
Not an MC out there who can touch me
Anywhere I go, young ladies, they rush me
When I'm on the mic
No way in hell you can hush me
My mere presence will leave you in awe
And when I'm through you too
Will call me pa pa
Now is the time to settle this vendetta
Slicin' MCs like a Swiss-cheese shredda
If you don't like Swiss
Then I cut you like chedda
Thick, slow and quick
Great pain it will inflict
The beat's on time and the cuts all click
Elegant, never meant, I loves to invent
If you heard me say I rock
This is what I meant
I don't shriek, I speak
I could never be weak
I got the crowd overwhelmed
With my rap mystique
I'm shrewd, never booed, I wear the MC crown
When I step in the place, MCs, they bow down
Suckas I will smash
They're not fit for the class
Yo, when we get on the mic
They break out like a rash
Cause my sonic, atomic MCs get moronic
Chillin' with Big L, we like: It's bionic
Charismatic, emphatic, bass has no static
Strungin' off the rhyme like a cocaine addict
Nothing but cheers, call OC the leader
Def rhyme writer, fake MC defeater
Girlfriend said you're sweet, but I'm sweeter
I'll slay any MC in this rappin' arena
Colossal, not a fossil, MCs are quite docile
Teach what I'm preaching
You can call me an apostle
Tall, not short, dog, and this is the sport
I'm a soldier with the mic
And I'm guarding my fort
And MCs are no bigger than my big toe
And I get higher rating than The Cosby Show
When I recite my rhyme, just for you
My friend
Big L, jump on this mic and flow once again
Yo it's L the Harlem check it out, bust it
Yo it's L, the Harlem pimp baby for real
I got more dimes than that Sprint lady
And that's ill
Playa hatas be giving me harsh looks
But, I'm tryin' to sell
Records like Garth Brooks forget em all
Yo, it's L the Harlem pimp baby
Just like I said
Right now, I'm going off the top of the head
It's me and OC, we be low-key
Chillin' in the cribs, iced-out Roley
Chillin' with my man
His name is Phat Phillie
I'm about to get illy, L is a willy
The Blackout Rap Show
I'm cool like my man, Fat Joe
Chew MCs like tobacco oC
Who's the fatso? No, not O
MC pro rap, I can rip the show
With my man Big L, that's right
We representin'
Name is OC, I'll put my foot indent in
Inside your butt like a slut on the call
MC war mics I storm
My man Big E is on the back of the side
MCs, pull away before I crash your ride
Check it out, check it out
OC i got your back, bro
I got your back
And we chillin' on the show
Called the Blackout Rap show
It's like that y'all it's like that y'all
OC and L could never be wack y'all
Check it out
Every time I flow it's a sensation
Check it out, like
Live motivation!
Uhh! yeah, cuttin' MCs like Jason
What? We been the ill?
I'mma set it off
Then you gonna set it off next
One-two watch how we flex
Uhh, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all
It's like that, we hit the
Cats with a base bat, y'all
Right now, we tourin' all over the world
MCs, just dissin' your girl
Uhh, we cool you know how we do
Takin' MCs to schools and we ain't no fool
Right now we gonna make this
The very last line
Sucka MCs, O and L is on time
Like that, ya'll