Freestyle Friday: A.G. vs. O.C.

by Kevin on November 27, 2009

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You knew it was coming. Veteran emcees O.C. and A.G. teamed up to release the album Oasis this past Tuesday. Now we’re gonna put the two rappers head to head. Before we get started with this week’s Freestyle Friday, I wanna give a big shout out to my homie Jigsaw, who originally came to me with the Freestyle Friday idea months ago… let’s get it!

The idea behind Freestyle Fridays is to battle one another with your favorite verse from either of the two competitors. You’re essentially battling other commenters in this thread by using the words of A.G. or O.C. Hit the jump for a few rules and then jump in on the comments!

Before we start, let’s see if we can keep the thread in order today, by following a couple simple rules:

1. Please don’t drop the lyrics to a whole song. No more than one verse!

2. Please stay in order…. O.C., then A.G., then O.C., etc. If you want to drop an O.G. verse, wait until someone has dropped an A.G. one. The idea is to go back and forth. It’s possible that more than one person may be trying to drop a verse at one time… we’ll just keep moving on.

I’ll start this thread off with a verse from O.C:

“You lack the minerals and vitamins irons and the niacin
Fuck who that I offend rappers sit back I’m bout to begin
bout foul talk you sqwak never even walked the walk
More less destined to get tested never been arrested
My album will manifest many things that I saw did or heard about
or told first hand never word of mouth
What’s in the future for the fusion in the changer?
Rappers are in danger who will use wits to be a remainder
When the missile is aimed, to blow you out of the frame
Some will keep their limbs and, some will be maimed
The same suckers with the gab about, killer instincts
but turned bitch and knowin damn well they lack
In this division the conniseur, crackin your head with a 4 by 4
Realize sucka, I be the comin like Noah
Always sendin you down, perpetratin facadin what you consider
a image, to me this is, just a scrimmage
I’m feel I’m stone, not cause I bop or wear my cap cocked
The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock
Those who pose lyrical but really ain’t true I feel”

-O.C., “Time’s Up”

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http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

“Check the method but don’t sweat the technique
Even made the baddest dime bitches get weak when the vets speak
(Hopin) That your head meets my bed sheets
(Now you’re open) Like the Red Sea cause I’m potent
Don’t fit? Don’t force it, Flow got that 4-fifth
Who do with that voodoo, my doll it’s that cordless
All this and that and then some
Get paid to put raps on tracks, I guess that’s my income
The beat chills so they be comin back for refills
(My man shows his street skills) From here to the Peekskills
Kill the rumors, givin MCs brain tumors
Time to step off the set, gotta jet like Puma”

A.G – “Got Tha Flavor”
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“Uhh I never ran from my men unless glocks get cocked in my face
I dash before the {*gun shot*}
Diss the sister cause you didn’t like ya mister
Bust ya ego on down like a blister
The party was packed in fact black niggaz were packed and stacked
Inside of the waist like flap jacks
First of all what you call huh for?
Who’s hardcore, I guess grit ya teeth and lock ya jaw
Best all is filled with crooks and criminals
Ill type of characters givin ‘em ill subliminals
I astound you from a round that I wrote long time ago
Down this place I figure who would go, the body so cold
Talk about the mind more powerful than anything known to mankind
My flare ass has begun stand clear of the runway
The only way I see it killin me is with gunplay
Yeah many ways off O beatin styles in the raw
Flip the word around now raw spells war
Never could I kill a man to fill a void of prosperous life
He gets burnt like fosfores
To beat the face from the slap of my base aiyo real peace
You’re the lamb I took fish from
You underestimate the quest of faith
Destined for a date with O.C. the great
Ha! you are benevolent it’s over occur
In-emelent gettin a woman that suck-seeded my feel of medicine
Fuck the ones who adjourned my con syllable I can see
I cop the ogee beats dark style bullets
The world is already full of nonsense
So I contribute to ya conscience
It’s O raise up the kicks I’m back into this
Make em feel as though the slappin of a fist
Flip verses, skip curses, dodge hershes
Collect fat purses, stay serviced, above the day
Planet earth for granted a thousand emcees of my sex in inside ‘tanic
I’m stickin to my connaince never rap nonsense
The metafore entitled in my table of contents
Life, do such thing as mod it
Out of achievers some still can’t wait rock bottom
Talkin, shh, and swalk it for nothing
Walkin up the goddamn tree O slice cold duff
Alas ain’t nothing mash it’s just fast so what’s the object?
It’s like No Main Topic”

O.C. – “No Main Topic”
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“The best that ever did it, so back up and maintain
I manifest who I be on your chest just like a name chain
They think they know of me because of my poetry
You think you’re nice, right? Then grab the mic and try to flow with me
It’s a shakedown, no ends when I’m in town
Wear my fake smiles since I put them corny Tims down
I was still cool when it comes to the lyrical
You want to get physical? That’s a Goodfella ritual
Get with you? Yeah, I can get with ya
Step to me, A.G., it’s got to be for my signature”

A.G. – “Neighbahood Sickness”
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

“Crushing competition, dusting oppositions
Down the toilet, gonna flush your composition
Your scribes are weak, and for I can speak
Myself against a man, with a true mystique
I got, so many ways to flip phrases, flip thoughts
Passing licks over the head of my foes
Fits I’m giving ‘em, it’s a living
If I don’t wanna take a ride with ya, then I can’t be driven
Bound for town with a raw sound
Seeming to be lack and luster from of a lot of MC’s
Skits get done by the misfit, doing gimmicky shit
Following the leader from a trend hit
O.C. got it going sewn like a sweater
Better believe it that I get it busy to the letter
Pure and thick, that’s so premature ejaculated
And if you had a girl you wouldn’t be masturbating
Masquerading your personification as a lyrical law
When you’re just not fascinating
Nigga you need to stop flexing, stop vexing what you not
Be sure bout what you got”

O.C. – “Word Life”
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

“We on a world tour with Midnight Mauraders and such
I’m at the table like the Godfather smoking a dutch
Controlling the bucks, I roll with enough
Niggas that’ll blow in the clutch
Not only holding we bust
The fat raps, so pass that and let me hit it
Got me gassed, black, skins was mad fat
She flipped it, Bronx is equipped with, niggas that’ll rip shit
Studios get blown from D&D to Mystic
With this shit, I’ll bomb the nation from a distance
The jewels, gotta have patience plus persistance
We rock glass like Rockford
Waiting for bottles to pop in the condo bottles get rocked
To sum up my career from bottom to top
Now we in the thick of it, and you don’t stop”

A.G. – From D.I.T.C. “Thick”
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“I spark light with the pen, drink O.J. with gin
Rock Tims with my laces untied
Cruise in the city on 17 inches, ride past wenches
Past the projects, thugs chilling on the benches
Profile low as if I had an ill vengence
Life on earth is just a death sentence
Fuck it, alpha omega, arm lega lega arm
With cold steel if you pose a threat to my neighbor
D-I double G I-N, I-N T-H-E Crates, lock shit times ten
Dive in, become part of a cliche, that art of an expert
Your honor from New York to Florida
Chicks rush the corridors, chicks try to star with us
Besides rolling thick my whole crew be marvelous”

O.C. – From D.I.T.C. “Thick”
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

“Check-check-check it; A to the G is gonna wreck it
On stage, on my record, so nigga don’t forget it
I’m the man – the One-Man-Band is on my right hand
(“His name is Show nit-wit, so get with the program”)
I take a hit from the buddha blessed
Turn my hat to the back, now let’s see who’s the best
I like my pockets fat, never ever flat
Niggaz wanna jack, my .45 ain’t havin that
Hoes get no dough, so why try?
You think it’s gonna be a hit ‘n’ run? Wrong, it’s a drive-by
Niggaz catchin tantrums
Because your girl’s never safe around the Midnight Phantom
They predicted I’ma fall?
They must be down with Michael Jackson cause that shit is “Off the Wall”
You don’t believe me, ask that brother Show
(Snatchin hotties, grabbin hotties, lettin mothafuckers know)
You come wrong if you don’t come strong
“YOU BETTER CATCH WRECK!” Motherfucker, I made the song
Styles will vary, they won’t carry over
Don’t fuck with no Devil, I’d rather marry Oprah
Yeah, you got it, I’m pro-black
And my skills are so phat, I pay my dues, I don’t owe jack
You bite my style, I can spot it
Tryin’ real hard to get it, you can forget it, because you don’t got it
And my skills are excellent
Diggin’ in the Crates and it’s time to represent”

A.G. – “Represent”
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“I bring the pain like a slice to your vein, fuck your fame
platinum and gold plate, don’t hold no weight
I be that, prophetic soul drainer, ain’t a motherfucker
in his right mind steppin in my cipher tryin to take mine
From West coast to East I’m full-fledged
Bust the science, niggaz better know the ledge
O see all, I G off, enemy I spot you
Two rhymes to my one verse, you go first
You tasteless face it, I engrave my name in your scalp
like Damien, out for world domination
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t represent 666 figures
I’m just out to make figures
Who holds the threshold, to be the best
I crunch niggaz with my gold teeth like, vegetables
Carniverous deliverance, murder one nemesis
Like a virgin, I snatch your innocence
Talkin bank robberies when you rhyme, hold up
You turn pussy on the mic when I roll up
Coca-Cola, a fission like soda
While you say butter, I’ma say Mazola
Money folder hold a grudge cold like a polar bear
Thug niggaz what? Blowin up spots like a SCUD”

O.C. – “Win The G” (Verse 1)
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“Try to spark this, you’ll get torn, cause you never win
I’m through, I’ll take you, through hell again
It’s the Goodfellas, first aid kit The Medicine
Stay legit cause we’re veterans
Proceed what I don’t achieve
Leave up to my seed, teach him that he gotta bleed
Don’t fall victim to greed
That you give is what you’re blessed with
Find it, put it to use, have faith and don’t stress shit
Meanwhile I hit the ganja, now watch it kiss my lips
Bless it, then pass it, like Magic’s top 10 assists
It’s the cheeba-cheeba, another neighborhood news feature
Who can see the, Giant? Not a known creature
Or being alive that can see me on this rap vibe
High off of hip-hop, can’t die, I got cat lives
Abuse this, get smuddered is how you’ll be discovered
Give me 20 years in here with no dough, I still love it
It’s in my heart, when I bled, it was red
Won’t stop till I drop dead, or catch some led to my head
Some search for bread, loot, cheese, or whatever
But instead I stay true, smoke trees and get clever
Fall never, Show and A is who we be
See why D.I.T.C. will reign forever”

A.G. from Lord Finesse’s “Speak Ya Piece”
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

My last contribution to this today!

“What niggaz’ll think they made of steel and wanna play brave?
Bitch MC’s will find theyself in the grave
I make slaves of niggaz in ways never made
Voice like an Ox or better yet sharp as a blade
Intense the moment like sex when I’m bonin
Iller than Caligula brainwashed the Romans
I set it, let it be known, better beware, better be careful
Who dared to oppose my phenomenal flows, how dare you?
I smite your ass quick fast like Flash runnin past your ass
Niggaz’ll end up with whiplash
But for the moment, I’m zonin, any opponents
I’ma cut it short right now, because this rap shit we own it”

O.C. – “Win the G” (Verse 2)
skeme

AG
“love”

It’s what I would die for, it’s the reason I live
Risk my life for my kids, gave Eve my rib
It’s that unbreakable bond between you and your moms
Can’t see her bein harmed, why you give your right arm
Cause when your man pass, his legacy lives on
So it’s why we celebrate, the day he was born
It’s that unspoken word, when actions tell it all
It’s why you hold me down when my back’s against the wall
Why I rep for yours, accept your calls
Talk for hours on the phone ’til the day you come home, huh
It’s why we went from, me to us
We took an oath to be together and forever ain’t long enough
skeme

STREET SMARTZ feat. OC & PHAROAHE MONCH
“metal thangz”

Yo, unfold remarkable soul, cold-blooded
bleedin icicles, equivalent to North Pole
Roll El-Producto style, buddha mindstate
but I don’t smoke weed to proceed, follow my lead
I Rock-well when Somebody’s Watchin Me, rhymes fine
like Denzel, havin shorties all jockin me
My poetry paintin pictures, call me Picasso
Not so fast, put your microphone back in the stash
When I’m through foes with hoes, take what fits
You ain’t worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold
Soul controller, ruler of my dest’, all eyes on me
like a pair of thirty-eight double-D’s, rest assured
When I be on the mic, WAR, holdin the goods
like you buyin in the surplus store
You see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O
I’m smooth like a harp you, nothin but a banjo
So advance yo’ tech-nine style, flipped off
Run into the likes of a Mongol slave
Fallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now
At the corner of the century, I’m the enchanted child
Fuck That abbreviated F.T., soon to come bust off
we bust back strapped ready for war
skeme

SHOXBIZ & AG feat. DIAMOND D & LORD FINESSE
“diggin in the crates”

So get back, get your sticks, get your bats
Get your licks and I’m a still get fat
Try to diss and get the backhand
I’m dressed in black, a black hat for a black man
The Giant is better and clever
Go ahead sleep, and you’ll rest forever and ever
I’m like a bomb, sometimes I’m calm
No telling what can happen when the mic is in my right palm
Yeah, Showbiz too deep, but don’t sleep
Go ahead and retreat or face agony of defeat
A.G. is in command
You remember the black hat? At the bottom are my Timberlands
Save it, if you think you pose a threat
Just chill and watch how many hoes I get
Now you sweat the props I got
(Kick a rhyme) A rhyme? Sure, why not?
Always get fat to a hype track
So Finesse (What’s up?) Sike, give me that mic back
The crowd I’ll catch up, microphone master
Finger licking and kicking lyrics from here to Africa
I’m the bold kind, my rhyme’s a goldmine
Let it off, set it off, just for old times
Think you’re ready for this? You battle, you lose
You brittle rapper, your rhymes are scribble scrabble
The Giant is greater so I’m great
Down with the group called Diggin’ in the Crates
skeme

CROOKLYN DOGERS feat. CHUBB ROCK, OC & JERU
“return of the crooklyn dodgers”

Crooklyn, travelin distance to party
Crooklyn, abstinant functions, not hardly
Brooklyn, the name alone holds Godly
You don’t know, you better ask somebody
Crack filled streets since eighty-five the beast
gettin paid to not bust, hookers drawers got crushed
Claps clappin regular, hardcore niggaz with
fat gold chains, on the corner maintainin
Gold teeth flashin, stick-up kids play in the front of
Latin Quarters, keep home your daughters
Cause if bullets fly, watch the flamin
Ignorant ducks are shootin wildin, they’re not aimin
one needs ta, gotta think about it, what a pity
Five people died in front of, Skate City
Senseless back then you was ill if you had a gun
People dashin flashin, damn no fun
On the square you couldn’t shop too much cause
Fort Greene would hem ya wreck the fuck on up
You had Do or Die, East New York, mad hell
Fellaz cuttin school troopin to all go Maxwell
So many memories I can’t manifest
Yo ‘Ru, start where I finish and to Brooklyn, God bless…
skeme

SHOWBIZ & AG
“next level”

Now here I go again ready to flow again
And if the course stay clear oh yeah I’m still going in
Get it together or you’ll be laying on a stretcher
I betcha I’m a getcha the number one heart stresser
Sorry black that’s right it’s a cardiac
Caress try to triple be the best then where’s party at
Law’s to no one and a warrior like shogun
And when the show’s done stacks and stacks is how the o’s come
I bouge your feeling confidence is to the ceiling
If I’m sick I pick the chick for sexual healing
I’m unique a freak like malik
In the twilights with more highlights than dominique
Around my ? is where the jell stops
The jeeps the streets my peeps in the cell block
I’m not the best but I keep it stressed
To flatter me is strategy it gotta be more complex than chess
Stop bluffin cause you ain’t saying nothing gee
Start duckin I’m the a to the fuckin g
Last lp we got down right
Showing all these corny motherfuckers what hiphop’s supposed to sound
Like
See a.g. and the brother show
Quiet as kept is best that you step on the low
skeme

OC
“half good half sinner”

Yo, I pray to G-o-d cause it seem to be wise
And balance out like a Gemini, ain’t I fly?
OC, Mush, y’all, nigga, why ask why?
I’m like the mystery of death, son, we all gotta die
But before I go I’ma set my mark
It’s Wildlife, me and boys build and destroy
Make do with all the time that I got on my hands
Pop Dom Perrignon, spend some grands
Live life with my niggas instead of pullin triggers
Unless I gotta do it I’ma stand and deliver
Exceed the limit, breastfeed the timid
Life’s a game of scrimmage, gotta be in it to win it
Survival of the fittest, straight from the briddicks
Old school like British, those who shitted
Let me just say for those doubtin the kiddid
Fuck the non-believers and fuck all the critics
skeme

SHOW & AG
“spit”

Wanna be blown retarded I got a jones for dollars
And if you know what I know you’ll say “those niggas hit the hardest”
Roll with known robbers but still burn scholar
With PhDs my degrees is 360
Merked off in the zero that follows the fifty
I believe I can fly even higher than these trees get me
I brought the desert E’s with me
With more clips than a bag of roaches
I’m mad explosive
Keep watchin’ y’all fowl like judges in boxin’
Out fox’em you better hold your head it’s not an option
Exel on the spot
You’re shell shocked
I show niggas first it was catch and kiss
Now nigga catch a dick
Like 62 grams I flip quick
A brick couldn’t slow me down
Cause only I hold me down
Now these hoes Change Faces
They wanna stroke me now
Cause they know it’s me but next move it’s get O.U.T
skeme

OC feat. FREDDIE FOXXX
“m.u.g.”

Penecilin on wax, the cure for rap
Crooklyn Dodger number two back on the map
Perhaps you thought I was gone, well surprise nigga
Not physically, but I’mma massive figure
Al Pacino status, the baddest, exotic
Repition like a automatic, can’t stop it
High floatin, po satin like coke snortin
When Ise a fetus, moms thought about abortin
Important, am I? gotta ask myself
But then I think twice like a gemini
Authentic, percentage, calculating my mind state
Eat foods and fit it
Bizarre pa, ain’t it, flow you thru like draino
Lava, from a volcano
Scorchin, torchin the microphone I lost it
Poppin shit, who got my back
Freddie Foxxx with the twin millies
Burn a temperillo
Aiyo Foxxx fuck these niggas
Slice em up like an ox pop
skeme

AG feat. GURU, OC & PARTY ARTY
“weed scented”

It’s A.G., still breathin, still in here eatin
Deal on the table, millionaires by the weekend
Playdoh with my wip, you watch, like Seiko when I kick
Like Kaydo, and stay low when I spit
No whip? Hit the train
No hits? You get the blame
Gotta go bitch, suckin no dick you get the same
I get dirty in the Benz Galendo wagon
Stack ends heavy with friends, and we packin
Get rid of me, you gotta send me packin
I’ma empty to the last one, and each line is heavy as the last one
I can’t believe that wack shit is hot to them
The truck stop ya oxygen, spit twenty I spot ya ten
Got most askin how they last this long
Gotta show you on the video to see where ya ass went wrong
Raw and ‘em, bet Flex and Clue and ‘em blast this song
Roll the ganja up, light it and pass it along
It’s A.G. and sheishty niggaz ain’t permitted around me
I don’t even like these niggaz haters get from around me
Tracks is fat, soon as I hear this said I’ma murder this
Chick try to flow with thise, I’ma hurt the bitch
Dump the body in Malali like Sam Berkowicz
For one fifty-fifth in Courtland, offic’ in Boston, we spit it often
skeme

AG feat. GURU, OC & PARTY ARTY
“weed scented”
OC

I got the beat like a dutch, fill it with something sticky
Perceed gettin bend at the same time getting busy
Chocolate flows, spark the dro, Mary Jane make the eyes low
Cheech and Chong, hit the bong, many colors ‘spond with phenomenon
Shit is G.D.: A.G., Party and D-Flow the don
Nigga it’s on we ’bout to form, in the form of a storm
It’s big toys rock laciers and pop Dom
Dough or die, drink Henri, puff on tie
I’m too pulled for some heads like dust mixed with lye
O.C., I’ll be M.V.P. so envy me
This verse here is better than ya whole CD
Respond to it, anybody I’m begging y’all could do it
I smash any [???] that wanna get stupid
Fuck y’all think this is, this ain’t no game
It goes without saying, niggaz KNOW my name
skeme

AG
“frozen”

First things first, it’ll always be, A.G. and Show
Lord Finesse, Diamond D and Joe
Buckwild and O.C., B-I-G nigga
So throw those L’s up
Watch for the potholes when you jock notes
Inspired by 3, latin muchachos
A young lady, named Rosemary
My nigga 80 – nah y’all ain’t hear me
Niggaz see the bling they wanna grab it
Underground heads mad – I stay frozen like a coke habit
{*inhale and shiver*} So much ice you would think I was a Goldie
Born at 7 months, even moms couldn’t hold me
Know what she told me? (What she told you?) Live it to the fullest
Giant went to sleep and these cowards just awoke me
{*yawning*} After 14 years of pain
A new edition, so can you stand the rain?
I belong in Hip-Hop’s Hall of Fame
On the same stage I’ll put you all the shame
And violate my environment, cause the havoc
From the sirens and the firing of automatics
My nigga 80, told me don’t front
You get beef from the weed man same nigga that sold me the pump
A’s thunder, the 8th wonder
Flyin through the hood in fatigues with the cape under
skeme

OC
“the professional”

Back on the scene, seein things more clear
Regroup my thoughts with a gift and a prayer
Praisin me, fall through it, no acknowledge for the game
and the things in the past you brought to it
Writers commited felonies; sayin my name in vein
Cocksucker givin credit to lames
O.C. never fell short, fell victim
Fell off, or lost touch, nor tried to adjust
Trust me, put your bid in, I’m so driven
Fairwell to these other rap lames, good riddance
Who the FLUCK, WANT, WHAT? Bleek posed the question
Look in my eyes, see my expression
None adolescent, hardheads never learn shit
’til they ass get spanked and had a lesson
News at 11 top story
Ain’t nann muh’fucker out here got nuttin for me
Set pace flows on mark, once I sprint off the block
Heads start man I just can’t stop
Even on an off day, still a mad freak
Think twice ’bout havin the nerve to ‘proach me nucca
skeme

SHOWBIZ & AG
“fat pockets”

Check it out yo, A.G. is living fat
In the mental, in other words can I get a soul clap?
Diggin’ in the crates for something smooth
Showbiz & A.G., yo money, we make the party groove
And I’m a top-notch competitor
Carrying dough like a treasurer
Getting pussy, oh that’s regular
But the sex I never take
Cause if that bitch screams rape, like Mike Tyson, I’m upstate
And you know that’s a fact, black
So if she says no, that means no, and that’s that
No matter how cute or how desperate
(Ayo she gotta get the boot) Yeah, she gotta see the exit
But I’m not mad I didn’t hit it
I just dial seven digits and some skins that’s with it
Bones in the closet, that’s my logic
You gotta be smart and keep a downlow in the projects
Watch your step and take it easy
Or act like Stevie Wonder becasue you know you can’t see me
Don’t sniff no coke, but I might drink a brew
Or maybe two (Andre the Giant, not you)
Yeah, wrecking MC’s with just my demo
And pulling all the cuties with no problemo
That’s right, because I’m a gamer
Your girl left you for me, A.G., I don’t blame her
Step back, get your sticks and your bats
Know you step up because my pockets are fat
skeme

OC feat. JAY-Z
“bonafied”

Yo, life is full of lessons that we all must learn
Take head and pay attention cause of drastic turn
Can be just around the corner, waiting coming dead on
In the pit, so how ya living in the path you’re on
It’s in the cards being dealt, I want the best for me
It’s Love, Hell or Right, O.C. has a destiny
To be the best that I can be, that means giving my all
I’m too intelligent and bright to be taking a fall
I’m 20 some odd years old, young, black, and I’m fars
I’m living to see some grandkids and die of natural cause
Retire somewhere living in the Keys of Fla.
Sipping on Coors, all in happy, spitting tobacco from my jaws
The price of hard living, hard work, granted you’re given a chance y’all
Succeed and advance far
Taking advantage, opportunities is right in your face
Avoided unless driven to murder was the case, uh
skeme

LORD FINESSE feat. MARQUEE, DIAMOND D & AG
“speak ya peace”

Try to spark this, you’ll get torn, cause you never win
I’m through, I’ll take you, through hell again
It’s the goodfellas, first aid kit the medicine
Stay legit cause we’re veterans
Proceed what I don’t achieve
Leave up to my seed, teach him that he gotta bleed
Don’t fall victim to greed
That you give is what you’re blessed with
Find it, put it to use, have faith and don’t stress shit
Meanwhile I hit the ganja, now watch it kiss my lips
Bless it, then pass it, like magic’s top 10 assists
It’s the cheeba-cheeba, another neighborhood news feature
Who can see the, giant? not a known creature
Or being alive that can see me on this rap vibe
High off of hip-hop, can’t die, I got cat lives
Abuse this, get smuddered is how you’ll be discovered
Give me 20 years in here with no dough, I still love it
It’s in my heart, when I bled, it was red
Won’t stop till I drop dead, or catch some led to my head
Some search for bread, loot, cheese, or whatever
But instead I stay true, smoke trees and get clever
Fall never, show and a is who we be
See why d.i.t.c. will reign forever
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

We thinking alike….I did “Speak Ya Peace” for AG!!!
skeme

PETE ROCK feat. OC
“respect mine”

The renassance man no gat in my hand
Episode numero uno check out the man
Spread a verse like a thesis or a virus
Open the iris nigga I’m the individual you can’t get rid of
Prominent aura dominant moral islamic
Amazing phenomenon like Haley’s Comet
Ya gettin headaches from this bullshit
I’m the anisthetic to cure shit
Fuck that cut up shit I be that pure shit
Expedition thoughts are truck
My mind shine like bins spinning thoughts
Bright as fuck, congruent like four sides of a square
I got a surprise in nine-eight, rappers better prepare
Timeless take every letter from the word I adverb
And put it together that nigga O.C.’s quite clever
Always and forever no one can do it better
skeme

my bad bad thomas..lol
skeme

my bad thomas..lol
skeme

AG
“a giant by design”

Don’t give that nigga no weed – you gon’ fuck up his future
Early bird, I get up with the roosters
And my mind’s like a fuckin computer (tell ‘em man)
Sleepin on me is like fuckin with Kruger
Back to basics, cats I stay with pack razors
But you think that’s to shave with
NAH~! That’s for the permanent facelifts
My shit tight, I ball like I ran with Naismith
With a padre on the yacht, not from San Diego
Better be a pot at the end of this rainbow (or what?)
A thousand watts and watch your brains blow
And niggaz pitch rocks but they name ain’t Pedro
A king from Kemet to a housing tenant (why’s that?)
Cause of my race and I ain’t talkin ’bout a pennant
Original black man speakin
And I’m with a camp of Puerto Ricans that belong in the precinct
skeme

OC
“times up”

Speakin in tongues, about what you did but you never done it
Admit you bit it cause the next man gained platinum behind it
I find it ironic, so I researched and analyzed
Most write about stuff they fantasized
I’m fed up with the bull, on this focus of weed and clips
and glocks gettin cocked, and wax not bein flipped
It’s the same old same old just strain it from the anal
The contact, is not com-pexed or vexed
So why you puhsin it? Why you lyin for? I know where you live
I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid
Your persona’s drama, that you acquired in high school in actin class
Your whole aura is plexi-glass
What’s-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park
That’s a lie, you was in church with your moms
See I know yo, slow your roll, give a good to go
Guys be lackin in this thing called rappin just for dough
Of course we gotta pay rent, so money connects, but uhh
I’d rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect
It’s the principal of it, I get a rush when I bust
some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody’ll quote
That’s what I consider real, in this field of music
Instead of puttin brain cells to work they abuse it
Non-conceptual, non-exceptional
Everybody’s either crime-related or sexual
I’m here to make a difference, besides all the riffin
The traps are not stickin, rappers stop flippin
For those who pose lyrical but really ain’t true I feel
skeme

had to end it with one of my all time favorite songs..PEACE

PROPS thomas
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

Nope…props to you Skeme! I need to find another AG verse because I need to put up one of my other favorite OC joints.
skeme

SHOWBIZ & AG
“runaway slave”

Chapter two, of every black man’s diary
Drugs and diseases, put in our society
Kill another brother and it’s bravery
Come on that’s one step backwards into mental slavery
Yeah you best believe that’s reality
You got black on black then there’s police brutality
Yeah it’s bad but what makes it sad
Is that I’m being harassed by a black man with a badge
He’s sellin out because he’s two-faced
But you only got one race, you only got a nigga’s face
He’s sellin out because times is hard
And old ladies are gettin robbed cause I can’t find a job
Fight to the top, and the other man’ll drop
and gettin treated like savages will stop
You got the right plan, but goin about it the wrong way
Divided is the long way united is the strong way
Too many died for us to take a pause
So let’s all get ours, and stop tryin to get yours
Walk a straight path, but it’s so easy to stumble
So weak minds crumble in the concrete jungle
Get your chance to sell drugs, you don’t pass up
But a fast buck will wind up to be your last buck
It’s a damn shame, you’re deaf dumb and blind
Did it ever cross your mind, you’re killin off your own kind
And pretty soon even you will be a goner
Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner
Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough
You’re physically rough, but mentally you gotta be tough
We shall overcome with no doubt
The runaway slave is sayin peace and I’m out
skeme

OC
“point o views”

Whether either or how well you rock well
Whether behind bars or dead my spirit will still dwell
The eyes of the wise I size up the par
Plus shine potential from the twilight of a star
So who sets the norm for soft
I can call for the rhyme come back on time and still get off
No smokescreen can blind me on account of my crystal, I
Whistle through the air like the stray of a pistol shot
Listen up I’m here and I’m official I’m metaphysical
Bein’ worth seein’ soon you’ll be agreein’
I robbed the pulminary, adversaries get sweaty palms
Ain’t ready for the mic so clap it of the arms
So I can stick with the crew and takin’ mine after ours
Cause my purpose on the mic is to defeat all the frauds
skeme

SHOWBIZ & AG
“medicine”

Here’s the introduction, yes my man, he’s on production
Veterans bringing that medicine like Robitussin
Snakes tremble and resemble earthquakes
Go against the crates, your body catch the shakes
Your mailman ain’t got what I’m delivering
I say Robin ain’t knowing about the hood that I’m living in
Giving in? Never, I go all out when I climb
The bottom line is that I’m terror
You’ll get scarred, cause I’m coming hard with the rhythm
Couldn’t maintain, need help, say “God won’t you give in?”
We drop facts, over raw tracks that’s starring me
And Show, they don’t know, they sound as if R&B
Loot will come later if we stay true now
But some can’t stay true cause they don’t know how
Peep it, you’ll be gone before we bomb
Show & A representing uptown, check your math, that’s heal on
You’ll get peed on cause we already shitted
Here’s the cure for hip-hop, the medicine, so come and get it
skeme

OC
“soul to keep”

Commonly known as O.C. to some of y’all
My peoples call me Mush or Mush
Say it with different twang, it means the same, nigga
The love of her life to your wife is Von Zipper
Shoot darts like cupid, leave em stuck on stupid
How I manoeuvre, leavin em sayin oohs and aahs
Your dream boat-type of man, I’m a god
A straight sin to a love-struck sucker involved
My niggas gimme pound, envious niggas they just nod
(I see everything) to observe is not the word
My style is reserved, a-ddress me as Sir Fly
Gone is the humble kid, I’m gunnin for number one and shit
Brooklyn born and bred, reppin my residence
I can’t live with that, I’m reppin NY
The rotten apple is a place where the strong reside
Some of the illest have died, puttin them feelings aside
But on the live, yo, never seen my cousin Chuck [Name]
Words like cum like a bird suckin me off
She tellin me let her know at the moment I blow
I got sin in my veins, hope I don’t burn up in flames
They say tigers nevfer change they stripes, whoever said it was right
And I say love is life with larceny
Chicken pieces wanna grease up with the darker me
Or maybe possibly rotatin constantly
You mufuckas don’t want no type of parts of me
It’s Mush
skeme

DITC feat. KRS-ONE, BIG PUN & AG
“drop it heavy”

Now check flacco, siete quato rocks in my music note
It don’t take a lot for you to go
There’s a lot that you should know
Like I rock the future flow
I can’t be stopped, refuse to go, and still great, Show
Dug in the milk crates, so we label this cream
Plus my vocals, now we able to gleam
A’s-Team used to be local, now we get love from mainstream
Rock from Shanghai to Beijing, stay high’s the main theme
Used to have a crush on Regine when she was Tudy
Rappers actin fruity, tryin to black and blue me
He must be actin a movie
I’m dirty, like double-platinum in a hooptie
Now let’s double back for these groupies
Back up behind the ropes, Show and A come through
We the real Killers, y’all Replacements for John Woo
This is “Full Scale” shit here, the weak disappear
They only eat in our off-years, check the CD, it’s all there
You’ll be bustin the speaker, puffin the reefer
Can’t spit like I spit so you get hype and bust your heater
Heard your chick’s on my dick, I would love to meet her
Hit it, and toss it like it ain’t nuttin either
And catch you on the rebound like Dennis
My sound sells in and out of town
This a chemistry and I got it now
They wanted Six’s for the Range but I got ‘em down
To twenty and a brick, now I’m out wit this money and shit
skeme

OC
“the chosen one”

Influenced; but not by the ancient ruins of rap
A large percent of y’all fell into a trap
Trendsetter share with y’all a veteran’s nightmare
Not for you to follow it but try and stand clear, bust it
Bein intelligent, means you a sucka
Bein wild as hell, means you a smart motherfucker WRONG
Analyze songs nowadays
Most rappers gunsprayed or hustled from night to day – fiction
I deciphered lots of rhymes, only to find
false info, just to see what it meant to Oh
Not for-real; no skill MC’s
Mostly all under twenty, and I find it funny
That’s why the seed was born to lead assume
positions like Noah, all aboard the arc with
D

AG- “Frozen”

Y’all know me, I did it so long
they changed the A to the O, now they call me O.G.
It’s not a game, it’s a lot of pain
Yeah they take the soul, you don’t let ‘em take your gold, chain
Sounds crazily bugged
I look down the barrel of your gun and tell you take it in blood
I was raised in the mud, so I don’t care
I’m the nigga that rich kids, wanna follow here
And back in high school they used to snatch my Lee patch
The kid in the class chicks sucked they teeth at
(So what’chu do?) I dropped out, came back with the green Ac’
And a mean rap, you shoulda seen that
Gravy with 80, turn crazy you play me ha
So pay me or make me blaze at your baby – clack
It’s them niggaz again, 10 minutes to 10
I told you we in it to win, eat a dick or man up – what?~!
skeme

OC
“what i represent”

I’m living in the time where life be a buck
more worth than a child this rap shit suck
Very few or should I say a handful of MC’s
Talk live, calling themselves kickin life, indeed
I listen and take a look around only seein who’s
all about frontin and who’s profilin
While my glock I had, guess what I forsaw
True for now I’m not surprised we didn’t rise not at all
Too many clicks for dolo, weak hitting solos
My scrolls, they always paint visual photos
O.C. worth more than a million
Building nuff respect on the circuit of rap like Sicilians
You might see the b-boy when I walk New York
Crew of brothers recognized so I stopped to talk
Even the girls be hawkin sassi-fraskin askin
What’s going on and am I still rapping
Things will change with hope galore
But when it comes to rap, we need a little bit more…
skeme

DITC feat. DIAMOND D, BIG L, AG, LORD FINESSE & OC
“day one”
AG

You better take me out quick
Cause I’m accurate when I bust mine
And make it count like Jordan at crunch time
Just in case I play Fishburne and double up on nines
You can never make it rain or stop my sunshine
So I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time
Take note of your technique like we scheme on dimes
Disregard your crew, fuck your heart
Put a slug in me, it’ll be marriage
‘Til death do us part
Until then master this art and kill them
With the pen thats dramatic, automatics I commit sins
Hold my head, but when I’ve had it I test chins
If that ain’t real then feel the stainless steel
Bang’em and hang’em like they did our relatives
Thought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative
Wu-diggity if you with me then say word
Lets get twisted like bottlecaps [and] create like Spielberg
skeme

DITC feat. DIAMOND D, BIG L, AG, LORD FINESSE & OC
“day one”
OC

Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggaz stink like feces
Comin against raw dogs ya lost
The way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin
On beat off beat drunk flow here we go
Assignments handed out each individual stand out
Carryin his own clout
Phenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat
Foes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin
Lyrical genocide on the witty side
Niggaz give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue
Who waitin my odds O.C. far from a fraud
You waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad
Blow your mind ditto with no conscience
I decide the law motherfucker I’m Congress
This concludes my repetoire what I be on
MC’s make way for mines or get peed on
Fuck that (fuck that.. fuck that)
skeme

AG
“all eye seeing”

I seen pussy niggas bust they gun
I seen the thoroughest niggas run
I seen my unborn son
I seen the brokest nigga get rich
Ghetto dimes catch the monster and shook niggas snitch
I seen niggas blow and forget where they came from
(I’m the same one)
That seen two die from the same gun
I seen my nigga lace this track from scratch
Buckwild, this shit is fat, where ya at?
I seen my friends turn to enemies
I seen peeps turn to memories
I even seen who shot Kennedy
I seen model chicks, they ate dicks
I seen the matrix
I seen the feds take flicks
I seen innocent niggas shot in they head
They rocked em in bed
I seen N.O. niggas rockin the feds
I seen how you the man, they be stalkin you
And I even seen that fat bitch you was talkin to
skeme

OC
“king of new york”

I take it straight, no chase to the head
Like Baldwin and Fishburne in Fled, full of bloodshed
Theories of Einstein, perfectin’ ideas take a lifetime
Must say I’m reachin’ my prime
Poetic like Langston Hughes, masterpieces
When I write rhymes they form into a thesis
Degrees of emceein’
Lesson number one, perfect the breathin, say rhymes without screamin
Keep your toes even
Hot as the Serengeti gets, equipped with the steady shit
Always on point and my middle name’s readiness
My Niche is, sound pitches, when it switches
Like pimps with hoes, on the stroll trickin’ them bitches
Lyrics stay tight like a virgin in white
If I was handicapped I’d still be determined to write
Fuck around with the Shogun that’s holdin’ the mic
Get sliced like swiss, cause your shit ain’t tight
Chris B

you think its sweet cuz we make beats? and flow alot
hope not, wont hes-o, to throw a shot
smoke the chalk so get low
when we drop we spreayin the whole block
blazin so hot so come on, let em know its us when we come on
Show & A – so come wrong and get dumped on
back to these beats tho, eyo im feelin it
niggas off the wall, freaks start revealing shit
know exactly what we dealin with
see my team, gut shorty in the middle yo they killin it
all night, we tote tight, got me so right
inhaling, and holding…like i hold mics
cant afford no strikes, cant stand po-lice
so give us one plus four mic’s yo
we no slouch more stripes than half of you know about
we will, plevail, full scale, no doubt!

A.G. – Full Scale ft O.C. (Album – Full Scale “1998″
Chris B

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