What up OTB, you know I have to back you up
Check it:
Herbs tryna graze me, they can never amaze me, they crazy
I leave traitor lasers hazy, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me
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What up OTB, you know I have to back you up
Check it:
Herbs tryna graze me, they can never amaze me, they crazy
I leave traitor lasers hazy, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me
what the blood clot, head-butt you dead; red-eyed at the dread spot
nah waste second, a gah hit de station me ga replace de Phillies Cigarillo reg box
As I tic-toc, I move tectonic like the continents
I don't give false promises, I control all dominance
O and Shizz, exalted Section 9 comrades for life - we got 'em
chroniclin' problematic bomb-blasts and leavin' 'em salty like Lot's wife in Sodom
what's the politics i got a pile of tricks up my sleeve
like David Blaine going into a reprieve/
you can't battle a cat when my claws are cutting righ through your back
slamming you on the ground like the old school shaq-attack/
what happen your right guard went left
you can't mic check without a 1,2,1,2/
where's the flow when you cannot even prove a show
my glow is golden when i breaking bones/
open ya mind with a pantheon of lines
division we glide with spikes we hide/
the pot smoke billows let go and flow like when Popeye and Bluto throw blows
why the god OTB so old-school most hoes will never know
MC's fear, the ending is near, no drugs or alcohol
So I could get the signal clear, the sheer force
Is endorsed by boars who knock down doors
People tend to ask why Sheep so bold when hollering at hoes
Cuz I know rejection is soon to come like Japan's Rising Sun/
9 members, make the ground tremble, crush mountains to pebbles
We pack weapons like rebels murderous to half-steppers