[Verse 1: O.C.]
Visualize
Without use of your cataracts, the storm brought
Forth by one who’s ripping it with a battle rap
You better vaccinate your body to
Be immune when my tune starts to penetrate
Your white blood cells cannot fight off the disease
It’s lost, swearing in the name of Jesus
Lord, here I go. When I’m flowing, the ruckus rant
If rhythm given, I jam it the moment I’m planting
A fist. I’ve come to bump to a lump. To
Top it off, hit you with the butt of a pump. Down you go
With a joint, bass slap to the surface
Take that crap back to Ringling Circus
Nigga. I pick up the rhyme just like a Glock
Automatic, precise, nigga—pop, pop, pop, pop
Drop hip hop, mock the adversaries with a
Very discreet rhyme. Yours cannot defeat mine
I’m in a lunatic stage, in a luna-
-tic rage, ready to break out of my cage. Got
Years under the belt. I felt I’ve paid my dues
Now poppa need a pair of brand-new construction boots
With durability when on the beams
When you face me, you better bring a whole team
Hit you, get you, sit you down, punch your brain
With a scripture of a visual picture
[Hook: O.C.]
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visuals, visualize
In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visuals, visualize
In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya
[Verse 2: O.C.]
As I rise
Up like a double-handed jam, slamming the
Stamina, landing a left-right combo. You’re
Doing the Mambo. My lyrical ensemble is
Unorthodox, over the rocks like wine
Manage, hemorrhage your brain, let it wet it
Rain liquid cocaine
Shoot it up, root it in your bloodstream
Fiend for my team, scheme to just dream
Sort of, sort of stuck in a mindstate
Here to fill blocks and rock beyond tri-state
Area, vary a um… verse and lay tile
Over the worldwide beats I rehearse to
(Pause) Before a nigga rolls, you can’t figure O
The fatter the tracks, helps build more minerals
In my bones, in my brains
In my blood, through my veins
Pump, pump, pump, full of breaths ‘til after
Mist hits my lungs—zip, choose the asthma
Rebound the ball with a shot from a mag
Punching on chumps like an Everlast bag
Saggy diapers leaking. We’ve been
Best friends for ladies of black and Puerto Rican
Visual. Cling this on how I sing this
I know you’re bugging out how O.C.’s swinging this
Jam with a nigga edge, plus I’m ‘lectual
Fat beats and me combine like man and woman sexually
Mirages ain’t really meant for
As I stain your brain with a visual picture
[Hook: O.C.]
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visuals, visualize
In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visuals, visualize
In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya
[Verse 3: O.C.]
Supercalifragile, agile
Mentally, O-C-double-E just stabbed you
Won’t see tears. The tool filled The Beast
As I discharged a buck, killing a wildebeest
Fate, meet Grim, last name: Reaper
Cleaning the vicinity with a street-sweeper
Bodies fall. Some haul ass
Clips spitted out my brain so you can’t surpass
Grass I smoke? Nope. I ain’t the guinea
I’d rather eat honey and chill like Winnie
Pooh Bear. New here? Hit, you’re gonna melt when a
Hot-handed DJ mix it on the felt. I’ll
Scatter, scatter. My rhymes shatter
Hitting home runs like a baseball batter with a
Louisville Slugger made out of oak tree
Slam dunk, beat on chumps like Oakley
Fears, panic, I’m causing tears
The more bodies I chop, the more sharpened my shears get
Years have passed, so as the
Time goes by, new towns are in the pasture
Vocally and mentally hitting, your
Mind has the screen of a visual picture
[Hook: O.C.]
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visuals, visualize
In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visuals, visualize
In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya
[Outro: O.C.]
Visual picture, visual picture
Visual picture, visual picture
