Lyrics The Chosen One - O.C.

The Chosen One

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