[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