Make My Eyes Roll Back

[Verse 1: Big L] I be puffin' blunts in the house, hittin' stunts on the couch This year, crazy cats gon' get punched in they mouth When your wife see me, she don't know how to act So don't be mad when I blow out her back, for real Your whole crew's a bunch of poo-butts Made a few bucks, date a few sluts Then y'all started runnin' your lips a little too much Got chedda to blow, pockets never get low Chickens sweat me wherever I go Me and O.C. be in the Lex Cartier specs, Nautica sweats, Gore-Tex With Presidentials on, full of baguettes I done sold coke, sold crack, sold smoke, sold smack Now I want a gold plaque, can I get a soul clap? Some cats be cold wack You got the lye? Well, brother, roll that! And if it won't get me high, then hold that! I'mma cop me a 6, and cruise through the block with your trick I'mma keep droppin' them hits, it won't stop 'til I'm rich [Verse 2: O.C.] Any mic I hold in the grip of my palm I wave it over the crowd, dictatin' shit like Genghis Khan Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic Scoldin', bringin' somatic to this rap shit Bona fide mic set, you can't see me on it Master the art, so now I just flaunt it Born to live a life and die, but 'til then I'mma keep on writin' slick rhymes with the pen I take the cherry from a beat like a virgin havin' innocent Bust my nut, bring rhyme to life like Genesis Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless Tearin' it up when it comes to me pickin' up this cordless One of New York's finest On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz Bringin' out the best in me We formulatin' like a recipe Water and dough, we sho' 'nuff Bestow my presence Then I'm divine like the seven Keepin' it tight, 'cause what I suffice is raw, nigga It's only right [Big L] Like that, y'all [O.C.] It's like that, y'all [Big L] On the Blackout Rap show, with my man Phat Phillie Check it out, uhh We about to get into a verse like this Check me out, y'all [DJ Phat Phillie] Hmm-mmm [Verse 3: Big L] Yeah, yeah! A couple of years ago, before the year '9-fo' My cash flow was low, I was low on dough Used to try to talk to fly girls, and they was like "No!" I knew that all of that'd change once I started to blow Now my pockets are bloated because I exploded Stayed devoted, dropped a hot album, now I'm loaded I hang with fly stars, buy cars for fifty-thou' The New York City child, thug with a pretty smile I love this rap game, that's why I married it It's a big load, but somebody gots to carry it At one point, I was about to give up Then got offered a record deal, and my eyes lit up In 1992, boo, my dream came true First I got the fame, then the cream came through Word up, I used to rhyme all the time Whoever thought that slim kid from 139'd shine down the line, huh? I used to sell cracks, now I sell tracks Listen up 'cause when L raps, he tell facts I'm the type of cat to lay wack MC's to rest I was told to work hard to achieve success Words of wisdom from my father He said, "L, when things ain't goin' so well, don't give up, try harder" And never be afraid to make mistakes And don't spend your cash foolishly, save your papes 'Cause good things come to those who wait they turn Stay concerned, 'cause it's a lot of papes to earn And help those that's less fortunate than you And stay true to whatever you do, until you're through [Verse 4: O.C.] Yo, uhh O.C.'s illin', I will never, ever bore you O.C.'s illin', I will never, ever bore you To rock like I do, it takes certain zest I'm truly untouchable, like Elliot Ness See, my word and verse is fly, one moment tranquil Then the next minute it goes with the strength to kill I can rock a party right, all night, just trust me Not an MC out there who can touch me Anywhere I go, young ladies, they rush me When I'm on the mic, no way in hell you can hush me My mere presence will leave you in awe And when I'm through, you too will call me pah-pah Now is the time to settle this vendetta Slicin' MC's like a Swiss cheese shredda If you don't like Swiss, then I cut you like chedda Thick, slow and quick, great pain it will inflict The beat's on time and the cuts all click Elegant, never meant, I lust to invent If you heard me say I rock, this is what I meant I don't shriek, I speak, I could never be weak I got the crowd overwhelmed with my rap mystique I'm shrewd, never booed, I wear the MC crown When I step in the place, MC's, they bow down Suckas I will smash, they're not fit for the class Yo, when we get on the mic, they break out like a rash 'Cause my sonic, atomic MC's get moronic Chillin' with Big L, we like: It's bionic Charismatic, emphatic, bass has no static Strungin' off the rhyme like a cocaine addict Nothin' but cheers, call O.C. the leader Def rhyme writer, fake MC defeater Girlfriend said you're sweet, but I'm sweeter I'll slay any MC in this rappin' arena Colossal, not a fossil, MC's are quite docile Teach what I'm preachin', you can call me an apostle Tall, not short, dog, and this is the sport I'm a soldier with the mic, and I'm guardin' my fort And MC's are no bigger than my big toe And I get higher rating than The Cosby Show When I recite my rhyme, just for you, my friend Big L, jump on this mic and flow once again [Verse 5: Big L] Yo, it's L the Harlem.. Check it out, bust it Yo, it's L, the Harlem pimp baby, for real I got more dimes than that Sprint lady, and that's ill Playa hatas be givin' me harsh looks But I'm tryin' to sell records like Garth Brooks Forget 'em all Yo, it's L the Harlem pimp, baby, just like I said Right now, I'm goin' off the top of the head It's me and O.C., we be low-key Chillin' in the cribs, iced-out Roley Chillin' with my man, his name is Phat Phillie I'm about to get illy, L is a willy The Blackout Rap Show I'm cool like my man, Fat Joe Chew MC's like tobacco O.C [Verse 6: O.C.] Who's the fatso? No, not O MC pro-rap, I can rip the show With my man Big L, that's right, we representin' Name is O.C., I'll put my foot indent in Inside your butt like a slut on the call MC war, mics I storm My man Big E is on the back of the side MC's, pull away before I crash your ride [Big L] Check it out, check it out O.C. I got your back, bro [O.C.] I got your back [Big L] And we chillin' on the show called the Blackout Rap show It's like that y'all It's like that y'all O.C. and L could never be wack y'all Check it out, every time I flow it's a sensation Check it out, like [O.C.] Live motivation! [Big L] Uhh! Yeah, cuttin' MCs like Jason [O.C.] What? We bring the ill ??? [Big L] I'mma set it off, then you gonna set it off next [O.C.] One-two, watch how we flex [Big L] Uhh, it's like that, y'all It's like that, y'all [O.C.] It's like that, we hit the cats with a base-bat, y'all [Big L] Right now, we tourin' all over the world [O.C.] MC's, just dissin' your girl [Big L] Uhh, we cool. You know how we do [O.C.] Takin' MC's to schools and we ain't no fool [Big L] Right now, we gonna make this the very last line [O.C.] Sucka MC's, O and L is on time [Big L] Like that, ya'll