It's Only Right

[Hook: Samples] “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah, and you don’t stop” “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah, and you don’t stop” “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah, and you don’t stop” “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah… now check it out” [Verse 1: O.C.] Style like something the Microphone Fiend would spark Sort of reminiscent, of how it used to go down in the parks Equipment roped off, you could hear the Vegas echo from miles away Bass pound the asphalt Thunder vibration shake like a tremor from an earthquaking O.C. a classic in the making Mental make thoughts, my physical form words Out of my mouth like a joust, no doubt Sum of phenomenon, mic technician, electrician Split the mic down the middle like an El Producto and throw out the resin Then add some potent and shit Gift of gab in a rhyme, make rappers stand stunned The way I do it, switch up the fluid So smooth, you wanna pursue it, I’m raw like underground sewage You fishing for insight? Well, I’m back, never was gone What I write be tighter than pinstripes worn By mob boss, my cause in effect on the mic Keep it tight, what I suffice is raw, it’s only right [Interlude: Sample] “I know it’s hot, and we’re hot too" "You ready to throw down, we ready to have a party" "So if y’all ready to have a party, make some noise!” [Verse 2: O.C.] Any mic, I hold in the grip of my palm, I wave it over the crowd Dictating shit like Genghis Khan Non-chalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic Schooling, bringing schematics to this rap shit Bonafide, mic set, you can’t see me on it Mastered the art, so now I just flaunt it Born to live a life and die, but ‘til then I’ma keep on writing slick rhymes with the pen Take the cherry from a beat, like a virgin have their innocence Bust my nuts, bring rhymes to life like Genesis Poetical renaissance, endeavors are flawless Tearing shit up when it comes to me, picking up a cordless One of New York’s finest On this trip, I coincide with Beatminerz Bringing out the best in me, we’re formulating like a recipe What I implore will sho'nuff bestow my presence Then I’m divine like the seven Keeping it tight ‘cause what I suffice is raw, nigga It’s only right [Hook: Samples] “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah, and you don’t stop” “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah, and you don’t stop” “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah, and you don’t stop” “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah… now check it out” [Verse 3: O.C.] Microphones I melt down, slap clowns, push ‘em out of bounds Crush your crowd as I lay my third verse down Because this is what I want, to gain control of that position It’s only right that I follow through Competition, be warned of me, homicide rhymes hold mad rounds You get fly, some pins in hearse batting you down Contents flexed, text expert since my born day 5-slash-1-3-slash-7-1 Like a stick been, injection inside your bloodstream Digest what I manifest O.C., you best buy me, others are mediocre, like I slam the earth like a meteorite ‘Cause I’ma take mine, leaving you face-down in a puddle Blow up like a shuttle when I give you my rebuttal Frame of mind across state lines Await to taste me like fine wines from a vineyard For those who wanna select cyphers, decipher styles Straight up, I don’t rhyme for niggas I prove myself, been styling for years on the mic On another level of being, what’s to be mines It’s only right [Hook: Samples] “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah, and you don’t stop” “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah, and you don’t stop” “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah, and you don’t stop” “A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop” “One, two, hah… now check it out” [Outro: Sample] “Is Brooklyn in the house?" "Is Brooklyn in the house?" "Say, 'Oh!'” “Oh!” “Say, ‘Oh, oh!’” “Oh!” “Yeah, yeah, yeah” “Yo, let me tell you something" "Let me tell you something before we start, alright?” “Uh, almighty all nighty, alrighty” “Nah, fuck this shit, y’all”