I Wantah Rhyme, I Wantah Rhyme, I Wantah Rhyme.
Damn it.
Brooklyn hip-hop. Real music. No gimmicks.
My music is just raw hip hop from the heart. I'm still stuck in the early to mid 90's era. That's the type of music I do. What you hear is what you get. I don't spend mad hours on one song. I lay it down on one take, one time. That's it.
Story behind the song
This song is just on some old freestyle battle sh%t. Watching alot of wack groups at all these open mic contests inspired me to write this.
Lyrics
(Chorus) 2x
Let me get da mic nigga,
I Wantah Rhyme.
Take your ass off the stage,
I Wantah Rhyme.
Who da fuck let U in here,
I Wantah Rhyme.
This is 4 emcees only,
I Wantah Rhyme, I Wantah Rhyme, I Wantah Rhyme.
Verse 1
From da corridors of East New York 2 Florida, I’ll slaughter/Da livest niggaz on the mic, we could battle for a quarter/Ask me 2 spit 4 ya, imma wetcha like water/I leave bitch rappers cryin on stage like my daughters/Listen up my niggaz I’m givin out da orders/Disobey & find yourself splattered cross the border/I’ll stop U in your tracks/Leave all of ya layin like hookers on their backs/I have a stack of verses for U, Da lyrics never lack/A street cat from da ghetto don’t own a pair of slacks/I’ve been underground 4 ever buried by paul berra/Getting my hands dirty like Christina Aguilera/You aint better than me, how long U been writing?Da only thing you’ll kick my ass in is bitin/Emcees got me pissed, my flow becomes more intense/I can’t even stay home, relax & lite an incense/Fuck bein calm, I’m goin off like an alarm/I’ll take da mic from your palm by cutting off your arm/Showin no mercy, tell your peepz yo “O” cursed me/I’m wearin niggaz out like Allen Iversons jersey/Now don’t get it twisted, don’t try me, don’t risk it/
If you see me in the club is cause I sneaked in the biscuit.
(Chorus) 2X
Verse 2
Yo da name is O-Zone, da style is unknown/I Accuired this non-stop rapping syndrome/Da kid is so sick, U should leave him alone/I took da king's microphone and knocked over his throne/
There’s been plenty like him that paid the ultimate price/I laugh before they meet me, niggaz thought they were nice/But your not in the same damn class that I’m in/I graduated with the likes of Jin & Eminem/Spit a flow at every show I attend just like phlegm/So don’t get your hopes up 2 high, U can’t win/I’ll neva put down the pen, it won’t happen/That's like a Muslim eatin pork again, call it sin/I’ve been in this game 4 too long, U don’t know me/Look at u I could tell if U real or U phony/Aint shit U could show me I haven’t already seen/I only get excited 4 sum girls in tight jeans/
(Chorus) 2x
