Uhh, yeah, phenomenon, yeah

[Yvette] Ooooh, yeah, baby far from yours, ohh yeah



Verse One: O.C.



Yo, time is most limited I'm back on the scene

O replenishes, potency like four or five Guinnesses

Hennessey's flourishing, O.C.is nourishing

Performin miracles, ill and mad lyrical

What stands before your very eyes is a

one man stand-alone phenomenon

Microphone misery you sufferin, taste my repetoire

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

Slap me five, with former leader drink Cognac with diplomat

Retard your whole brigade, cave in your brain waves

(With subliminal messages) makin party people slaves

Ya hit reverse to rewind, and defy my cause

"One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours"



Chorus One: Yvette Michelle



He's no average M.C., with a smile on his face

Though they'll try to bite his style, no one can duplicate



Verse Two: O.C.



I be the chosen one, beyond the Moet and Cristal

A 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, he didn't know me before

Then you know who I are now, bitin my style

That's a crime to be dealth with but 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 Two: Yvette Michelle



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 anywhere ya want, he can rhyme any time you say

And he's never ever ever too far, from tomorrow, today



Verse Three: O.C.



You may never find a MC well orchestrated like a symphony

Some'll go down in history, some in infamy

The infamy will be somewhat a mystery

As long as my name O.C. live on through infinity

My identity, will ring bells in all facilities

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 blessin to the rap game, my claim to fame is when

I dissapear 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 or MC

The people need a change, this rap shit is deranged

Yo Raider, flip the fader, let em know my cause

"One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours"



Chorus Two (Roc Raider cuts and scratches the "one thing" sample)

Chorus Two repeats



[Yvette] Never too far, never...