The Chosen One O.C.

[Intro: O.C.]
Yeah
Mm

[Verse 1: O.C.]
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
Putting 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

[Hook: O.C.]
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
Naked to the eyes, worth seeing