[Verse 1: O.C.]
Slim, young brother with a whole lot of ammo
Voice has ba** ‘cause I'm far from Soprano
Youngin do the track as I dip it and I dive
Did it so cool, Fudge Pudge would Organize
Stand on my own, holding my own fort
You could say, “micnastic,” ‘cause, to me, it's like a sport
When I drill her, fill up her ditch like mud caught her
You ought to watch your step—there might be a landmine
Find you're not looking while I'm hooking up b**by trap
Set off the tripwire, detonating rap for the ruck rap
Better leave a trail of bread crumbs or be lost
For days ‘cause my zone is like a maze
If you get blasted, your whereabout you won't hear about
Emcees, please, your sk**s don't level out
Devil I'm not. Rebel I am. Rebels
Are tossed into a stream to be part of a dam
I'm not a ragamuffin rhymer. I'm a rugged with a
Hyper tone. Step into the O-Zone
[Hook: O.C.] (x16)
Step into the O-Zone
[Verse 2: O.C.]
Trying to trap me like Bigfoot. Come, son. I know the woods
Better than you. A search party'll find you done
Your body lacerated, a** and native skin
Burnt to the bone, so all they find is a skeleton
I left a diagram, a footprint. There's a fair chance
One rolls. The tricking one's the yellow print
Be wise to make a right decision ‘cause a right
Or left turn just might lead to your incision
Follow me into the Bermuda. We blowing the
Big show hits, or like a head inside of tuba
Pacers about an hour behind me. You don't know
What's going on inside of my mind, you can't define me
Deranged maniac trapped nickel psychopath
One of the fattest n***as you hear on the phonograph
I'm a icon. An amateur like a python
f**ing with me is like the Battle of Saigon
Vietnamese n***as wheeze from the poisoned breeze
s**ers choke, dropping down to their knees
Freeze up your nervous system as I brings a
Hyper tone. Step into the O-Zone
[Hook: O.C.] (x16)
Step into the O-Zone
[Verse 3: O.C.]
You're now on the last leg of the search. Some are pushing
No-watts, summer-valley hertz. So I diverted and I
Double-packed. Now I'm behind your a**es
I bet y'all amateurs never even took cla**es
On the Green Beret who's taught how to survive
All I need is some rations, ropes, and a knife
The rest of my resources come from nature
Food, shelter, and an hip hop geyser
But let me continue on the routine hunt of mine
Instead of me being the prey before, I'm now
The predator, seeking like a hawk [?]
Then clone the picture identified by the molders
Of the street. I've only just begun to fight
O-Zone laying laws beyond what I recite
The woods are misty, park is getting sicker
I'm sticking you off one at a time like a stick-up
Plus I carry a liquor canteen, so I
Feel warm inside while I hunt you like animals
Force of arms our poetical bomb
Opposition at this event [?], get
Defeated, conquered, missing in action
The wounded belly make it back to Fort Jackson
My conquest will address that I got sh**
Sewn when you and your crew step into the O-Zone
[Hook: O.C.] (x16)
Step into the O-Zone