The Chosen One - O.C.

Echoes in the

Halls, yes, when I arrive on a set—what?

Blessing all that came to see me rock my cut.

Such

A man like me receiving attention must be chosen

Like a banging body chickenhead, posing for a flick

Flashbulbs popping in the air, float

On the stage, I’m moving 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-Mushine communicating for the

Masses, pointing 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

The Chosen One beyond the Moët 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.

I’m naked 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

Being intelligent means you a sucker, being

Wild as hell means you a smart motherfucker—wrong!

Analyze songs nowadays.

Most

Rappers guns' sprayed or hustle from night to day—fiction

I deciphered lots of rhymes only to find

False info, just to see what it meant to O

Not for-real, no-skill emcees 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 Ark with

The Chosen One beyond the Moët 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.

I’m naked to the eyes, worth seeing

I’m coming from an

Egyptian mold of 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 living be more potency than ganja

O-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 at Fahrenheit

Temperature, style ease, you file these Moses

Type of scriptures, follow me—it's for reference (‘Cause)

Other emcees make no kind of sense.

O

Freeze foes and bleed souls and leave those stunned

Descended on the planet to end confusion.

Pick ten

Subtract five, then subtract four, watch the Sun

Leave a shadow on the man that’s raw.

I be

The Chosen One beyond the Moët 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.

I’m naked to the eyes, worth seeing

The Chosen One