[Intro: O.C.]
Yeah
PF, what up?
Uh, watch how we go in
Yo

[Verse 1: O.C.]
If you're not equipped or not built for this
A true emcee’s a borderline narcissist
Your ego has to match your rapping
Nowadays, they call ‘em bars, this not your average
Rhyme writer that flows with crimes, I'd be indicted
Accused for this fire O reciting, ha
Keep sleeping, I see it frequent
Many y'all borderline showing narcolepsy, ha
The power lies within from these lines I spin
Through a pen secreting silk I excrete from my glands
I scribe colors that burst with life when other shit is bland
Before rocking on mics, I was a fan
A student of the art (Art), improving on my darts (Darts)
Never let them shits fly ‘til I know it’s on-point
If your heart's not in it and you don't take it serious
You clowns need to (“sit yourself down, girl, and…”)

[Interlude: O.C. with Scratches by PF Cuttin]
Uh. Yeah. Uh. Ayyo
[Verse 2: O.C.]
Be careful what you wish for
Big mistake getting me pissed off, listen close
This just a taste, copy and paste
Share it with your friends so they understand my stamp in the game
If my name's mentioned, any form of slander
Bet I take vengeance, y'all slipping
I will make it my ambition to mum whatever little momentum you got so far so I advise you avoid me at all costs
Avoid what Lil' Fame you attain
Aside from O.P., half these rap n***as is lames
Just stuccos, cement buckles
When it's struck by sledgehammer, watch ‘em break like ceramics
Mic mechanic certified by trade
On-call twenty-four hours, seven days, once again
If your heart's not in it and you’re not serious
Some of you clowns need to (“sit yourself down, girl, and…”)

[Outro: Scratches by PF Cuttin]