Far from Yours

Lyrics

[Intro: O.C. + Yvette Michele] Uh Yeah Mmmm Phenomenon Yeah Ohhh, yeah Baby, far from yours Ohhh, yeah [Verse 1: O.C.] Yo, time is most limited, I'm back on the scene O replenishes potency like four or five Guinnesses Hennessy's flourishing, O.C. is nourishing Performing miracles, ill and mad lyrical What stands before your very eyes is a One-man, stand-alone phenomenon Microphone misery you're suffering, taste my repertoire 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 Slapping five with foreign leader, drink Cognac with diplomat Retard your whole brigade, cave in your brain waves (With subliminal messages) Making party people slaves You hit reverse to rewind and defy my cause ("One thing I do is keep 'em different and far from yours") [Chorus: Yvette Michele] He's no average MC With a smile on his face Though you try to bite his style No one can duplicate [Verse 2: O.C.] I be the Chosen One beyond the Moët and the Cristal The 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, you didn't know me before? Then you know who I are now Biting my style? That's a crime to be dealt with when 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: Yvette Michele] 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 any way you want He can rhyme any time you say And he's never, ever, ever too far From tomorrow, today [Verse 3: O.C.] You may never find an MC well-orchestrated like a symphony Some will go down in history, some in infamy The end-for-me will be somewhat a mystery As long as my name O.C. live on through infinity My identity will ring bells in all vicinities From fans to enemies, I'm the antidote and remedy I'ma philosophize, analyze, no question If I die, I'ma return like Jesus' resurrection I'm a blessing to the rap game My claim to fame is when I disappear and 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, an MC The people need a change, this rap shit is deranged Yo, Raida, flip the fader, let 'em know my cause ("One thing I do is keep 'em different and far from yours") [Chorus: Yvette Michele] 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 any way you want He can rhyme any time you say And he's never, ever, ever too far From tomorrow, today 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 any way you want He can rhyme any time you say And he's never, ever, ever too far From tomorrow, today [Outro: Yvette Michele] Never too far Never…