Mmm  mmm  yeah  East coast  no doubt
 Hip hop is somethin you live  rap is somethin you do

 Verse One:

 Sorta distorted yo that's a fact
 Bad news gave a nigga in the mind contact
 I react on blues then use it within
 Blend concious thoughts to make man mortal men
 see right ways to shell out this thing hip hop
 I pledge O.C. will only season the crops
 And never stop side drops or shot, I'm fiendin
 Covering more ground than news on CNN
 Being in the state of vast consumption in this game
 it's like drugs only quantity is run throughout
 Quality is walking through the valley of the reaper
 True deceivers are coming through your receivers
 Solid foundation to me is the true meaning of hardcore
 We need a little bit more...

 Chorus: 4X (layered on samples)

 Love and affection
 "What I represent is MC's gone mad" --> Q-Tip

 Verse Two:

 I'm living in the time where life be a buck
 more worth than a child this rap shit suck
 Very few or should I say a handful of MC's
 Talk live, calling themselves kickin life, indeed
 I listen and take a look around only seein who's
 all about frontin and who's profilin
 While my glock I had, guess what I forsaw
 True for now I'm not surprised we didn't rise not at all
 Too many clicks for dolo, weak hitting solos
 My scrolls, they always paint visual photos
 O.C. worth more than a million
 Building nuff respect on the circuit of rap like Sicilians
 You might see the b-boy when I walk New York
 Crew of brothers recognized so I stopped to talk
 Even the girls be hawkin sassi-fraskin askin
 What's going on and am I still rapping
 Things will change with hope galore
 But when it comes to rap, we need a little bit more...

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 Big U hold your head and God bless your wife
 Got your little baby girl so I know she's alright
 I strike the mic anytime smashing yours
 Word are wise with wisdom with the width of a wall
 and way describe I prescribe antidotes
 Curing, reassuring my lyrical notes
 Make an impact a fact on the backs of men
 Magnified to the fullest magnificent
 Brilliant, my composition is efficiently prone
 to set fire to a waste and char your ass to the bone
 Figure, I trigger, bigger, bold bad men
 Come against O you'll be walking away a sad man
 Miles of red tape had me stunted for growth
 but when I took off on wax I maxed the globe
 Didn't happen so far, respect be just building
 Watch for the devils in the forms of chameleons
 Kick the raw slow down on the score
 Think before you write or find yourself falling
 Final calling, you're spreading infection
 When it comes to rap, we need a little bit more...

 Chorus