Step Into the O-Zone - O.G. Demo Version

Lyrics

[Verse 1: O.C.] Slim, young brother with a whole lot of ammo Voice has bass 'cause I'm far from soprano Youngin do the track as I dip it and I dive Did a song called "Fudge Pudge" with Organized Stand on my own, holding my own fort. You could say "Micnastic" 'cause, to me, it's like a sport When I drill her, fill up her ditch like mud caught her You ought to watch your step—there might be a landmine. Find You're not looking while I'm hooking up booby trap Set off the tripwire, detonating rap for the Rough rat. Better leave a trail of bread crumbs or be Lost for days 'cause my zone is like a maze If you get blasted, your whereabout you won't hear about Emcees, please, your skills don't level out Devil I'm not, rebel I am, pebbles are Tossed into a stream to be part of a dam I'm not a ragamuffin rhymer, I'm a rugged with a Hyper tone. Step into the O-Zone [Hook: O.C.] (x4) Step into the O-Zone, step into the O-Zone Step into the O-Zone (Step into the O-Zone) [Verse 2: O.C.] Trying to Trap me like Bigfoot? Come, son. I know the woods Better than you. A Serch party'll find you done Your body lacerated, ass and native skin Burned to the bone, so all they find is a skeleton I left a diagram, a footprint. There's a fair chance One rolls, the tricky one's the yellow print Be wise to make a right decision 'cause a right Or left turn just might lead to your incision Follow me into the Bermuda, be blown to bits Sure hits you like a head inside of tuba Pace is about an hour behind me. You don't know What's going on inside of my mind, you can't define me Deranged maniac, trapped nickel psychopath One of the fattest niggas you hear on the phonograph I'm an icon to amateur, like a python Fucking with me is like the Battle of Saigon Vietnamese niggas wheeze from the poisoned breeze Suckers choke, dropping down to their knees Freeze up your nervous system as I brings a Hyper tone. Step into the O-Zone [Hook: O.C.] (x4) Step into the O-Zone, step into the O-Zone Step into the O-Zone (Step into the O-Zone) [Verse 3: O.C.] You're now On the last leg of the Serch. Some are pushing No-watts, summer-valley hertz, so I diverted and I Double-packed. Now I'm behind your asses I bet y'all amateurs never even took classes On the Green Beret who's taught how to survive All I need is some rations, ropes, and a knife The rest of my resources come from nature Food, shelter, and a nearby geyser But let me continue on the routine hunt of mine Instead of me being the prey before, I'm now The predator, seeking—like a hawk—the souls of Men cloned, the picture identified by the molders of the streets I've only just begun to fight O-Zone laying laws beyond what I recite The woods are misty, spark is getting sicker I'm picking you off one at a time like a sticker Plus I carry a liquor canteen, so I'll Stay warm inside while I hunt you like animals Force of arms a poetical bomb Opposition at this event turn out until dawn, get Defeated, conquered, missing in action The wounded belly make it back to Fort Jackson My conquest will address that I got shit Sewn when you and your crew step into the O-Zone [Hook: O.C.] (x4) Step into the O-Zone, step into the O-Zone Step into the O-Zone (Step into the O-Zone)