Lyrics The Formula - Apollo Brown, O.C.

The Formula

Yo high energy, flowing with the wisdom
Sense of rich man, the knowledge and the rhythm
No I’m not biting, this is one of my heroes, pay homage
Brought me one step closer to the end, cease cover
Dropped the D and what it reads is O. C
Whose acronym is no one can do it better
Empire state, windows of the world, one day I caught a view
Saying to myself I can do this
Mom’s a singer, and my DNA is rooted
The first LP proved it
With no guest appearances, God given gift to be a lyricist
Right alongside the best out
Etched my spot in the game, alleviating doubt
Acknowledging the rhythm that my momma had born
The hard egos and unlimited flows, the science I morphed it to a formula
Making records that people are cold checking and respecting and
It rocks, the sales won’t stop, those of the Doctor…
Kick it on the one, block, and we don’t stop
Making records that people are cold checking and respecting and
It rocks, the sales won’t stop, those of the Doctor…
Never say nothing people can’t comprehend
Checking the facts before it goes down on wax
Making sure only download official apps
Cause spyware in ya laptop can be a bitch
Soul seekers amaze non-believers to get a gist of it all, they go with the
proceedings
Life’s a journey with a million hours logged in a ledger
But I’m never succumbing to the pressures
Something like what you heard before and more
You see the glow in my aura, at shows I’m applauded
Trash talking star, but leading they own lives
To the point truth’s distorted, yet they still record it
Consumers, I provide 'em with service that’s like burgers
Followed by an A+ score, validating it perfect
Knowledge and the source that my momma was born uh-huh
We making it official, Yo A let 'em know
Yo it’s like the D.O.C.
coming straight from the heart
One of many who gave me a spark
I acknowledge him like Slick Rick and G Rap, I mean that
Portrait of a masterpiece, believe that
With every syllable pronounce clear and efficient, growl in his voice vicious
In addition to lending him an ear, I listened
Mind blowing, studying the cadence when he say it
Funky enough with the rude boy drawl
Of a letting the bass go with the run-ons and pauses
Making it an opera of D.O.C.
and the Doctor
Texas born with a New York posture
His union with Dre’s like me and Apollo
Link in the Cuban chain hard to pop
Cause the clamp aside acknowledging the lyricism the OG bought
Gave me the blueprint and showed me how to mix and hook up my own formula