[Intro: O.C.]
Yeah
Mm
[Verse 1: O.C.]
Echoes in the halls, yes, when I arrive on a set, what?!
Blessing all that came to see me rock my cut
Such a man like me receiving attention must be chosen
Like a banging body chickenhead, posing for a flick
Flashbulbs popping in the air
Float on the stage, I’m moving like a black Fred Astaire, smooth
The momentum of the bass and treble
Levels on point, bonus to ride the microphone
It’s O.C.-slash-Mushine, communicating for the masses
Putting my finger against NASA
When I die, bronze my mic
Preserve it for newcomers to visit my gravesite like a shrine
Rappers’ll line up faithfully just to get
A handful of dirt from the plot occupied by
[Hook: O.C.]
The Chosen One, beyond the Moët and the Cristal
The son of a king and a queen, I’m a gifted child
All bow to me like the image of God, Supreme Being
Naked to the eyes, worth seeing
[Verse 2: O.C.]
Influenced but not by the ancient ruins of rap
A large percent of y’all fell into a trap
Trendsetter, share with y’all a veteran’s nightmare
Not for you to follow it but try and stand clear, bust it
Being intelligent means you a sucker
Being wild as hell means you a smart motherfucker - wrong!
Analyze songs nowadays
Most rappers guns’ sprayed or hustle from night to day, fiction
I deciphered lots of rhymes
Only to find false info, just to see what it meant to O
Not for-real, no-skill emcees
Mostly all under twenty, and I find it funny
That’s why the seed was born to lead
Assume positions like Noah, all aboard the Ark with
[Hook: O.C.]
The Chosen One, beyond the Moët and the Cristal
The son of a king and a queen, I’m a gifted child
All bow to me like the image of God, Supreme Being
Naked to the eyes, worth seeing
The Chosen One, beyond the Moët and the Cristal
The son of a king and a queen, I’m a gifted child
All bow to me like the image of God, Supreme Being
Naked to the eyes, worth seeing
[Verse 3: O.C.]
I’m coming from an Egyptian mold of story rarely told
Back in the mix of things to break the mold
Good as gold, mind ya, leave negative thoughts behind ya
Type of how I’m living be more potency than ganja
O-Period, when you see my face, I’m serious
Move with the mystique of a cheetah, mysterious
Dominate jungles, when I walk, the floor rumbles
The baddest motherfuckers? I make their attitudes humble
My aura shine bright like sunlight at Fahrenheit
Temperature, style ease, you file these
Moses type of scriptures, follow me, it’s for reference
(‘Cause) Other emcees make no kind of sense
O freeze foes and bleed souls and leave those stunned
Descended on the planet to end confusion
Pick ten, subtract five, then subtract four, watch the Sun
Leave a shadow on the man that’s raw
I be
[Hook]
The Chosen One, beyond the Moët and the Cristal
The son of a king and a queen, I’m a gifted child
All bow to me like the image of God, Supreme Being
Naked to the eyes, worth seeing
The Chosen One, beyond the Moët and the Cristal
The son of a king and a queen, I’m a gifted child
All bow to me like the image of God, Supreme Being
Naked to the eyes, worth seeing
The Chosen One
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