Released: August 19, 1997

Songwriter: O.C. DJ Premier

Producer: DJ Premier

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, you know?
Shit is wild, haha
Can't complain though, I'm alive
Healthy and all of that
Know what I'm saying? Just trying to do my thing
Praise to all
Bust it

[Verse 1]
That nigga Slick Rick said
"I waited long time, sweating it
I got jerked but now I'm getting it"
Hazy like asthma, bizarre disaster
Stress almost held me down from being a master
The pastor, preacher, poet, a teacher
"It's been so long" like Monifah
Believe that I'm needed in rapping, I breathe this
Some pick up a microphone and can't even achieve this
Oscar award-winning, your shit? I'm bored with it
Stop copycatting, son (Why?) 'cause your dog did it
Get your own lingo, make up your own jingle
Ten years later, you be biting my single
Preemo, take it downtown swinging
Intervening on the board, sensimill' steaming
Yeah, catch the vibe like a tribal dance
In the clubs, on the low with the b-boy stance
Money rubbing with a shorty, got bumped by a chump
Tell him "step off, I'm doing the Hump”

[Hook]
Yeah, I say
It's my world, and I won't stop, and if
You stand in my way, you're bound to get dropped, say…

[Verse 2]
Some wish that I was gone 'cause they know I'ma win
In a minute, I'll be making six G's times ten
I'm the computer, printing out data, take notes
Then analyze the information, and press send
Freaky like porno, Ron Jeremy saw no
Obstacle or pussy to stop him from boning a ho
Me and the mic double-trouble, chicks look at us
Like twins, all lovable and huggable
Prognosis: on the mic, I choke out
Had the same effects from coughing, blowing smoke out
Architect, rap technician, man, listen
It's no doubt you're gonna pump this in your system
My skills ill, and all of that above
Confidence, I'm not worried 'bout a street buzz
I'm O.C.—who you? I never heard of ya
Get out my face 'fore I turn into a motherfucking murderer
I want the green like endo, a mansion
A car, a wife who's never been a bimbo
Too much to ask? Well, to me, that's simple
Want to retire on a yacht called the SS Minnow

[Hook]
I say
It's my world, and I won't stop, and if
You stand in my way, you're bound to get dropped, say
It's my world, and I won't stop, and if
You stand in my way, you're bound to get dropped, say
It's my world, and I won't stop, and if
You stand in my way, you're bound to get dropped, say
It's my world, and I won't stop, and if
You stand in my way, you're bound to get dropped, say

[Verse 3]
Uh, top choice, this here nigga got poise
Ain't a man alive who could stop my noise
I snatch a star from the sky
Spark up your lye with it
You stand astounded, wondering how I did it
Now you're starstruck like I truck gold
Treating me like a nigga having a million records sold
Now a starchild, phenomenon like the X-Files
Rappers know I'm coming, so they go in exile
Czar in this rap shit, cumming on your mattress
Microphone fiend, I make beats do backflips
Fear me like genocide, serious
How I do it through your stereo, mysterious
O.C. do demolition near competition
Like robot Kong on a destroy mission
A matter of life and death, you try to fight for breath
I snatch your heart from a slice through your chest
Who the best from New York to Bogotá?
Who got Face, thinking they scare me with a Scar? Shit
What I be bringing is a terrible sight
A performance never again performed on the mic

[Hook]
I say
It's my world, and I won't stop, and if
You stand in my way, you're bound to get dropped, say
It's my world, and I won't stop, and if
You stand in my way, you're bound to get dropped, say
It's my world, and I won't stop, and if
You stand in my way, you're bound to get dropped, say
It's my world, and I won't stop, and if
You stand in my way, you're bound to get dropped, say
It's my world
It's my world

O.C.

Omar Credle, better known by his stage name, O.C., is an American rapper and member of the group D.I.T.C., who has been involved with several renowned underground hip hop Crooklyn Dodgers ‘95, Luv NY, Perestroika.