Tytuł: The chosen one

• Wykonawca: O.C.
• Wyświetleń: 393

  
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  Mmmm
  
  Echoes in the halls yes, when I arrive on the set - what?
  Blessin all that came to see me rock my cut
  Such a man like me receivin attention must be chosen
  like a bangin body chickenhead, posin for a flick
  Flashbulbs poppin in the air
  Floatin the stage, I'm movin 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, Mush shine communicatin for the masses
  Puttin 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
  
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  The Chosen One, beyond the Moet 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
  Get you to the eyes worth seeing
  
  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
  Bein intelligent, means you a sucka
  Bein wild as hell, means you a smart motherfucker WRONG
  Analyze songs nowadays
  Most rappers gunsprayed or hustled from night to day - fiction
  I deciphered lots of rhymes, only to find
  false info, just to see what it meant to Oh
  Not for-real; no skill MC's
  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 arc with
  
  Chorus: repeat 2X
  
  I'm comin from an Egyptian Mola 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 livin be more potency than ganja
  Oh 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, in Farenheight temperature
  Stylee's, you file these
  Most is type of scriptures, follow me is for reference
  Other MC's make no kind of sense
  Oh freeze foes and bleed souls and leave those stunned
  Descended on the planet, you're in confusion
  Pick ten, subtract five then, subtract four
  Watch the Sun leave a shadow on the man that's raw
  I be
  
  Chorus: repeat 2X
  
  The Chosen One