Soulsville - O.C.

Destined for greatness

It’s all but facts

The one who surpasses

In this realm remains nameless

It’s alright, I’m cool

So there’s a lot of raps

Quest for the holy grails

All fall without a map

The bread trail has not yet set sail

All these years and my soul still ain’t up for sale

Boundaries, I knock 'em down see

I’m granted rite of passage hostiles

When I pass through the Panama Canal

According to a source, according to some

Fuck all the hearsay my flow still as gritty as the slum

No occupant anymore

Of living by the sword or dying by the gun

Prodigal son

The high priest hold an elite seat

At the table of bars and beats

For all that I’ve achieved

Life’s flickering, my name headlining a banner

Up on the marquee

No brutal bully can fuck with me

O’s a virus for rappers

If it applies to you writers

Bacteria to your body, a case of meningitis

So, children of a lesser god

This is what I’m destined for

An ally to an X-Men, enemy to the Sentinels

La la la la la

La la, la laaa

From NY but my spirit’s straight outta Soulsville

Oh oh oh oh ohhh

Oh oh, oh ohhh

Watch me, clutch a cobra

Squeeze out the life in him

Extract the venom

And use it against who’s sinning

Adrenaline pumping, heart thumping

My pulse racing

Fear of the unknown makes me more brazen

My eyes for change, appearances I sustain

Frequent fly miles are logged before I’m off the plane

That’s right I’m still fly!

Made a deal with father time

And it cost me a dime

Like Preem' and Royce I’m in my prime

While some are lullaby’d

Out the game as if they’re road kill

From NY but my spirit’s straight outta Soulsville

When I’m in the zone

Words are captured on the track as if it’s on film

Or visualised on stills

The product is packaged, boxed

To listen it or buying it

Don’t stop 'til my flesh is cold in the ground

Which will be no time soon

As far as I can assume

But if not, you still feel my aura in the room

Poster child of vocal style

Both live and in the booth

Never faulters when I’m riding the groove

When I embark on a mission

It’s well thought 'cos I’m a tactition

A practitioner craft in Gods image

La la la la la

La la, la laaa

From NY but my spirit’s straight outta Soulsville

Oh oh oh oh ohhh

Oh oh, oh ohhh