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