Visual Picture - 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

Visual picture, visual picture

Visual picture, visual picture

Visual picture, visuals, visualize

In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya

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

Visual picture, visual picture

Visual picture, visual picture

Visual picture, visuals, visualize

In the mind how the rhyme is gonna hit ya

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

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