Themes, Dreams, and Schemes D.I.T.C. (Ft. Andre the Giant, Ghetto Dwellas & O.C.)

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Even if the Chosen One's frozen, inside ice
I still rise like the spirit of Christ, it's all right
I'mma let you niggas know I'm still nice
With this voice-box made of gold, larynx priceless
What the fuck y'all niggas thought?
I done seen niggas get sold and bought
For what my ancestors fought
Was taught to drop Jewelz (Word Life!)
You will respect mines or else feel the fragments of gunshot shells
I will rock well for the rest of my days on this God-forsaken planet
Splittin' niggas wigs like I'm slammin' 'em on granite
Niggas can't manage
Whether, Jamaican, Haitian, Dominican, white or Spanish
Fuck all that freestyle shit, I think shit out
If it's comin' from the top, make sense of what you're talkin' about

[Verse 2: A.G.]
The E&J got me wetter than a nigga hit with a nine Beretta
Your rhymes is dope, but mines is better
Let us divide this cheddar
O.C. and us three, tighter than niggas that did time together
It's only right we shine together
I'mma rhyme forever, while you the worst
I see it now: I'll be an old cat with a fat verse
Unless these streets get me first, want a few mill
But y'all can never give me what I'm worth, we got the flavas
I'm whippin' honey shit, the cherry Blazer
My pen is real, you feel the blood touch the paper
When I'm through, I crush the paper
'Cause now I know it
And I'mma blow it like I knew it for years
Like my peers from childhood
Was a wild hood, did anythin' a broke black child could
Even robbin' and stealin', but that's not foul, that's the hood
Even money knew it
When he cracked a smile and passed the goods