Olive.
Olive.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Yo, time is most limited.
I'm back on the scene.
Or replenishes potency like four or five Guinnesses.
Hennessy's flourishing.
OC is nourishing, performing miracles, ill and mad lyrical.
What stands before your very eyes is a...
One man stand alone phenomenon.
Microphone misery.
You suffering.
Taste my repertoire in your face.
Like a buck fifty done with the razor.
I'm felt by Aztecs.
Felt by Asians, Portuguese, Lebanese, and even Caucasians.
Every form of power, they respect my stats.
Slapping fire with farmer leader, drink cognac with diplomat.
Retard your whole brigade, cave in your brainwaves.
Living new messages.
Making party people slaves.
You hit reverse to rewind and defy my cause.
This ain't nothing.
We'll keep them different, far from yours.
We show average MC with a smile on.
this face.
No, you're trying to buy this.
No one can do.
Yay.
I'll be the chosen one.
Be on the mower, then the crystal, a son of a king and a queen.
Live for ability, for song, running my genetics.
I gave ideas to L. Ron Hubbard to write books on Dianetics.
That's your info.
If you want to show the manager, Mr. Dave, make sure give us a good payday too.
I was assigned to Earth on a mission to spread worldwide my glorious compositions.
Notes are like B-sharps floating out of my mouth from start to finish till the song diminished.
My lyrical energy bring out envy in most MCs who listen to O. He didn't know me before, then you know who I are now.
biting my style that's the crime to be dealt with when we take it to trial verdict is in the judge know my beef has cause
It was people different, far from normal.
It's no average MC with a smile on his face.
Don't want
He can flow anywhere you want.
He can rhyme anytime you say.
And he's never, ever going to fall from tomorrow to day.
You may never find an MC well orchestrated like a symphony.
Some will go down in history, some in infamy.
The infamy will be somewhat a mystery.
As long as my name OC live on through infinity, my identity will ring bells in all vicinities.
From fans to enemies, I'm the antidote and remedy.
I'ma philosophize, analyze, no question.
If I die, I'ma return like Jesus' resurrection.
I'm a blessing to the rap game.
My claim to fame is win.
I disappear and reappear.
I put rappers to shame, plain and simple.
In common English, what I distinguish, the meanest.
Lyric flamethrower, your career's over.
Vanessa Mike, Casanova, Don Juan, the MC.
The people need to change.
This rap shit is deranged.
Your radar.
Flip the fader.
Let them know my cause.
The thing I do is keep them different.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
He can flow anywhere you want.
He can love anything you say.
And he's never left me far From tomorrow to today He's no average MC With a smile on his face
As long as I try to bite it down, no one can do me down.
He can flow any way you want.
He can rhyme any time you say.
And he's never, ever too far from tomorrow today.
Never too far.
