Far From Yours

Uhh, yeah, phenomenon, yeah [Yvette] Ooooh, yeah, baby far from yours, ohh yeah Verse One: O.C Yo, time is most limited I'm back on the scene O replenishes, potency like four or five Guinnesses Hennessey's flourishing, O.C.is nourishing Performin miracles, ill and mad lyrical What stands before your very eyes is a One man stand-alone phenomenon Microphone misery you sufferin, taste my repetoire 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 Slap me five, with former leader drink Cognac with diplomat Retard your whole brigade, cave in your brain waves (With subliminal messages) makin party people slaves Ya hit reverse to rewind, and defy my cause "One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours" Chorus One: Yvette Michelle He's no average M.C., with a smile on his face Though they'll try to bite his style, no one can duplicate Verse Two: O.C I be the chosen one, beyond the Moet and Cristal A son of King and a Queen, therefore ability For song run in my genetics I gave ideas to L. Ron Hubbard to write books on Dianetics FedEx your info, if you wanna 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 floatin Out of my mouth from start to finish til the song diminish My lyrical energy bring out envy in most MC's Who listen to O, he didn't know me before Then you know who I are now, bitin my style That's a crime to be dealth with but we take it to trial Verdict is in, the judge know my beef has cause "One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours" Chorus Two: Yvette Michelle He's no average MC, with a smile on his face And though you try to bite his style, no one can duplicate He can flow anywhere ya want, he can rhyme any time you say And he's never ever ever too far, from tomorrow, today Verse Three: O.C You may never find a MC well orchestrated like a symphony Some'll go down in history, some in infamy The infamy will be somewhat a mystery As long as my name O.C. live on through infinity My identity, will ring bells in all facilities From fans to enemies I'm the antidote and remedy I'mma philosophize, analyze, no question If I die I'mma return like Jesus' resurrection I'm a blessin to the rap game, my claim to fame is when I dissapear reappear, I put rappers to shame Plain and simple, in common English, what I distinguish The meanest lyric flamethrower your career's over Finesse a mic Casanova, Don Juan or MC The people need a change, this rap shit is deranged Yo Raider, flip the fader, let em know my cause "One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours" Chorus Two (Roc Raider cuts and scratches the "one thing" sample) Chorus Two repeats [Yvette] Never too far, never...