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[Lil' Fame: "I'm still doin my thang!"] [Danze: "Go 'head"] [Big L: "Once again the man's back"] ("O.C.") ("I'm still doin my thang!") ("Go 'head") ("And once again the man's back" ) ("O.C.") ("I'm still doin my thang!") ("Go 'head") ("O.C.") ("once again") ("I'm still doin my thang!") ("O.C.") ("I'm still doin my.. my.. my.. my.. my..") [O.C.: over scratches] Geah... never weak Your future seems bleak Yeah... yeah, check, yo [O.C.] The meak, the weak listen when the God speak Deep control like "The Pelican Brief" Deadlift minds they wanna know what foe, who a foe Mathematics, O back at it Most def, mo' pep in my step, doze slept Now awoke I'm like smellin salts under your nose I revive 'em, guide 'em, teach 'em, won't deny 'em Many not built like I am Flow with remarkable timin, run laps around beats Break records, reps double checkin Like Ra said it's sportable, microphones portable For any immortal man source is not affordable SongtexteQuote the ledger like 9/11 be forever in your mind embedded Leave it to me, I'll set it [Chorus] ("My skills ill, and all of that above") ("rap technician, man listen") ("My skills ill, and all of that above") ("O.C.") ("rap technician") ("My skills ill, and all of that above") ("There's no doubt you're gonna pump this in your system") [O.C.] Yo, new thug anthem, this shit amped in a way that a monkey react seein a panther Roy Jones of rap, others can't stand it Deliver K.O.'s with both hands do damage Dome all swoll, I'll deflate it Product of my old earth, if I don't agree I debate it Opinions like assholes, we all got 'em The infrared got 'em, O keep heads noddin Lyrics like shotguns scatter buckshots Once upon a time, occupied a dust spot West coast call it sherm, East coast say embalmin fluid This is menage-a music, whoa Speakin in third person, one man version Orchestrate thoughts like Gershwin Still got fans on deck, still got die-hard niggaz thirstin [Chorus] ("Ain't I fly? O.C.") [O.C.] My roots run deep through NY, truck through hoods like a semi Do it cause I can't owe the man Know your place, all I got is my word and namesake Patient under God, walk around town megahard like .. ain't no thang, never ran never will Mouth crooked, aura straight Brooklyn Raised in the bosom of God, please forgive me for my sins One love to my niggaz behind bars He's so nice, I heard it before Bring your best rap dudes, bet I murder 'em all Neglect the fact I ain't got plaques on the wall Play a big part for you and your crew's downfall Flow, cocked and ready to bust and blast off This here lead dye shed pounds off balls Tough talkin niggaz get a round of applause ("Bump this in your system") ("skills ill, and all of that above") ("O.C.") ("My skills ill...") ("O... O... O... O.C.C.") ("My skills ill") [ad lib scratching to end] Aus Songtexte Mania