It’s Only Right O.C.

[Hook: Samples]
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah, and you don’t stop”
“A-one, two, yeah, and you don’t stop”
“One, two, hah… now check it out”

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Style like something the Microphone Fiend would spark
Sort of reminiscent, of how it used to go down in the parks
Equipment roped off, you could hear the Vegas echo from miles away
Bass pound the asphalt
Thunder vibration shake like a tremor from an earthquaking
O.C. a classic in the making
Mental make thoughts, my physical form words
Out of my mouth like a joust, no doubt
Sum of phenomenon, mic technician, electrician
Split the mic down the middle like an El Producto and throw out the resin
Then add some potent and shit
Gift of gab in a rhyme, make rappers stand stunned
The way I do it, switch up the fluid
So smooth, you wanna pursue it, I’m raw like underground sewage
You fishing for insight? Well, I’m back, never was gone
What I write be tighter than pinstripes worn
By mob boss, my cause in effect on the mic
Keep it tight, what I suffice is raw, it’s only right