The Chosen One - O.C.

Yeah 
Mmmm 

Echoes in the halls yes  when I arrive on the set   what? 
Blessin all that came to see me rock my cut 
Such a man like me receivin attention must be chosen 
like a bangin body chickenhead  posin for a flick 
Flashbulbs poppin in the air 
Floatin the stage  I'm movin like a black Fred Astaire   smooth 
The momentum of the bass and treble  levels on point 
Bonus to ride  the microphone 
it's O.C. slash  Mush shine communicatin for the masses 
Puttin my finger against NASA 
When I die, bronze my mic, preserve it for newcomers 
to visit my gravesite like a shrine 
Rappers'll line up faithfully, just to get 
a handful of dirt from the plot occupied by 

Chorus: 

The Chosen One, beyond the Moet and the Cristal 
The Son of a King and a Queen, I'm a gifted child 
All bow to me like the image of God, Supreme Being 
Get you to the eyes worth seeing 

Influenced; but not by the ancient ruins of rap 
A large percent of y'all fell into a trap 
Trendsetter share with y'all a veteran's nightmare 
Not for you to follow it but try and stand clear, bust it 
Bein intelligent, means you a sucka 
Bein wild as hell, means you a smart motherfucker WRONG 
Analyze songs nowadays 
Most rappers gunsprayed or hustled from night to day - fiction 
I deciphered lots of rhymes, only to find 
false info, just to see what it meant to Oh 
Not for-real; no skill MC's 
Mostly all under twenty, and I find it funny 
That's why the seed was born to lead assume 
positions like Noah, all aboard the arc with 

Chorus: repeat 2X 

I'm comin from an Egyptian Mola story, rarely told 
Back in the mix of things to break the mold