It's Only Right Lyrics - Singles - O.c.

Chorus 4X 

"One, two, yeah and you don't stop" 

"One, two, huh and you don't stop" 

"Ah check it out" 

[O.C.] 

Style like somethin the microphone fiend would spark 

Sort of reminiscing, of how it used to go down in the parks 

Equipment ropped off, you can hear the vagas echo for miles and breath 

Bass pounds the asphalt 

Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a earthquake and 

O.C. a classic in the making, mental make thoughts 

My physical form words 

Hot in my mouth like a joust, no doubt 

Some a phenomenon, mic technician, electrician 

Spit the mic down the middle like an el producto 

And throughout the resin, then asapoltin this shit 

Gift to gather a rhyme, make rap a staired son 

The way I do this, switch up the fluid 

So smooth you want to persuie it 

I'm raw like underground sewage you 

This shit for insight? Well I'm back, never was gone 

What I right, be tighter than pin stripes 

Born by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic 

Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw, it's only right 

[sample from live event] 

I know it's hot, we hot too 

You ready to throw down, we ready to have a party 

So if ya ready to have a party, make some noise! 

[O.C.] 

Any mic I hold it in the grip of my palm 

I wave it over the crowd 

Dictatin shit like Genghis Khan 

Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic schoolin 

Bringin samatics to this rap shit 

Bonafied, mic set you can't see me on it 

Master the art, so now I just flaunt it 

Born to live, a life and die until then 

Imma keep on writin the slick rhymes with the pen 

Take the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin innocence 

Bust my nuts, bringin rhymes to live like Genesis 

But ritical renaissance 

In death there's a flautless 

Tearin shit up when it comes to me pickin up a cordless 

One of New York's finest, on this trip I co-incide with be Minus 

Bringin out the best in me, we formulatin like a recipe 

What I emplore, will show nuff disto my presence 

Then I'm divine like the seven 

Keepin it tight 'cause what safice is raw nigga, it's only right 

Chorus 4X 

[O.C.] 

Microphone's I melt down, slap crowns, push em out of bounds 

Crush ya 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 compition 

Be warning me, homocide rhymes or mad rounds 

To get flass or pencil hurt, battin me down 

Contents flex text expert, since my born date 

5/13/71 like a stick bin, injection 

Inside ya blood stream, digest what I manifest 

O.C., you best by me, others are mediocre like 

I slam the earth like a meteor right 

'cause I'mma take mine, leavin you face down in the puddle 

Blow up like a shuttle, when I give you my rebuttle 

Frame of mind, across state lines 

Await the taste, me like fine wines from Avidian 

For those who want to select cyphers to cyphers stash 

Straight up, I don't rhyme for niggas 

I prove myself, stylin for years on the mic 

On another level of being, what's the be Minus? It's only right 

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