O.C. & PF Cuttin ft. The Real Shakar - “O.P.M.”
[Emcee(s): O.C. and The Real Shakar]
[Producer(s): PF Cuttin]
[Hook/Vocals: The Real Shakar]

[Intro: O.C. and (The Real Shakar)]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!).  PF, what up?  (Yeah, yeah) PF, you know n***as ain’t fucking with us (No, no, no, no!). Haha.  Yeah (No!). Yeah, check it.  Yo

[Verse 1: O.C.]
While some
Wishing I was long-lost, gone, or missing or worse
At the hands of a mortician
Well, I got bad news for those wishing
I’d dearly depart—that’s no option. Knowing
I’m healthy as a bull, and my tank’s still full
So for every day I wake up, I’m thankful for it
Call it the will of God cutting through each time
Each line, for every single word that’s recorded
Close my eyes, envision what I suppose
And compose a mock-up over a PF Musical
Mashup—combined, it’s O.P.M. This ain’t
No bromance (Nah). We came together for them coffins
Haha, planting seeds here in East New York
Touching the mic that was blessed by Sha’ (Go!)
(Go, go!) From here on, anybody touching this booth
I suggest: be on your P’s and Q’s (What up?)
Life is fuel for me to draw from (Uh). I fill up
On all sorts of everyday shit, then talk about it
That’s why many relate, so when I say it live
The People’s Champ, and I don’t take dives
[Hook: The Real Shakar]
I’ll say it again, I said it before
O.P.M. is hip hop to the core. This is
Not a game, it’s a lyrical war. They want
Action, baby (They want action, baby)
Family or friend or foe
O.P.M. is hip hop to the core (Is hip hop to the core). This is
Not a game, it’s a spiritual war. They want
Action, baby

[Verse 2: O.C.]
Yeah, yo, you’ll never
Catch me being a social whore over them blogs, finger
Beefing on the net (Nah). Recently signed up on
Instagram, some saying I’m a few years late (Word?)
So it’s proved to be a calculated move
Y’all ain’t figure it out by now? I move by my
Own rules, see most following—it’s obvious (Yeah)
Seeing slick talk about me like I’m past-tense
Even on a break, most rappers couldn’t surpass me, and
I write off ‘cause, right off the bat, I’m off
To filling up books and draining inks out of pens, so
Unlike anybody you gauge, none to me are
Similar. Creation of God who administered
My soul was foretold then placed
In flesh with organs and brain and bones, so
So what’s cracking? (Ahh) I can’t imagine me
False-flagging ‘bout shit that’s not happening (Now)
Haha, one of a hundred-twenty-four-billion
Living one day to the next ‘til my last breath
[Verse 3: The Real Shakar]
You’ll never find another rhyme-designer like The
Real Shakar. When it comes to these bars, I’m a
Piranha in a room full of goons
That stay full of that booze and marijuana. I’ma
Show you how to move in a room full of vultures
Every time I do it, I’ma do it for the culture ‘cause
They can’t see the flow
Time to let the people know
Steady trying to make these moves
(So) So I gotta pay my dues

[Hook: The Real Shakar]
I’ll say it again, I said it before (I said it before)
O.P.M. is hip hop to the core (Is hip hop to the core). This is
Not a game, it’s a lyrical war. They want
Action, baby (They want action, baby)
Family or friend or foe (Friend or foe)
O.P.M. is hip hop to the core (Is hip hop to the core). This is
Not a game, it’s a spiritual war. They want
Action, baby (They want action, baby)