Soulsville O.C.

[Verse 1]

Destined for greatness
It's all but facts
The one who surpasses
In this realm remains nameless
It's alright, I'm cool
So there's a lot of raps
Quest for the holy grails
All fall without a map
The bread trail has not yet set sail
All these years and my soul still ain't up for sale
Boundaries, I knock 'em down see
I'm granted rite of passage hostiles
When I pass through the Panama Canal
According to a source, according to some
Fuck all the hearsay my flow still as gritty as the slum
No occupant anymore
Of living by the sword or dying by the gun
Prodigal son
The high priest hold an elite seat
At the table of bars and beats
For all that I've achieved
Life's flickering, my name headlining a banner
Up on the marquee
No brutal bully can fuck with me
O's a virus for rappers
If it applies to you writers
Bacteria to your body, a case of meningitis
So, children of a lesser god
This is what I'm destined for
An ally to an X-Men, enemy to the Sentinels