| Uh, yeah phenomenon, yeah
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| Oh yeah, baby far from yours, oh yeah
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| Yo time is most limited I’m back on the scene
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| O replenishes potency like four or five Guinnesses
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| Hennessey’s flourishing OC is nourishing
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| Performin' miracles ill and mad lyrical
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| What stands before your very eyes is a
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| one man stand alone phenomenon
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| Microphone misery you sufferin' taste my repertoire
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| In your face like a buck fifty, done with the razor
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| I’m felt by Aztecs, felt by Asians
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| Portuguese, Lebanese and even Caucasians
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| Every form of power, they respect my stats
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| Slap me five, with former leader drink Cognac with diplomat
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| Retard your whole brigade, cave in your brain waves
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| (With subliminal messages)
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| Makin' party people slaves
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| Ya hit reverse to rewind and defy my cause
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| One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours
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| He’s no average MC with a smile on his face
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| Though they’ll try to bite his style, no one can duplicate
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| I be the chosen one, beyond the Moet and Cristal
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| A son of king and a queen, therefore ability
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| For song run in my genetics
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| I gave ideas to L Ron Hubbard to write books on Dianetics
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| FedEx your info, if you wanna show the manager
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| Mr.Dave make sure give us a good payday too
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| I was assigned to Earth on a mission
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| To spread worldwide my glorious compositions
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| Notes are like B sharps floatin'
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| Out of my mouth from start to finish 'til the song diminish
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| My lyrical energy bring out envy in most MC’s
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| Who listen to O, he didn’t know me before
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| Then you know who I are now, bitin' my style
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| That’s a crime to be dealt with but we take it to trial
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| Verdict is in, the judge know my beef has cause
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| One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours
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| He’s no average MC with a smile on his face
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| And though you try to bite his style, no one can duplicate
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| He can flow anywhere ya want, he can rhyme any time you say
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| And he’s never ever ever too far, from tomorrow, today
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| You may never find a MC well orchestrated like a symphony
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| Some’ll go down in history, some in infamy
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| The infamy will be somewhat a mystery
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| As long as my name OC live on through infinity
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| My identity, will ring bells in all facilities
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| From fans to enemies, I’m the antidote and remedy
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| I’ma philosophize, analyze, no question
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| If I die I’ma return like Jesus' resurrection
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| I’m a blessin' to the rap game, my claim to fame is when
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| I disappear reappear, I put rappers to shame
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| Plain and simple, in common English, what I distinguish
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| The meanest lyric flamethrower your career’s over
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| Finesse a mic Casanova, Don Juan or MC
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| The people need a change, this rap shit is deranged
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| Yo Raider, flip the fader, let 'em know my cause
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| One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours
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| He’s no average MC with a smile on his face
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| And though you try to bite his style, no one can duplicate
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| He can flow anywhere ya want, he can rhyme any time you say
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| And he’s never ever ever too far, from tomorrow, today
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| Never too far, never |