The Chosen One Lyrics - Singles - O.c.

Yeah 

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 

Chorus: 

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