[O.C.]
Yeah, yo
My instincts lead me, this rap shit feed me
Hip-Hop need me, packaged rap need me
Jettin overseas, foreign fairs, they greet me
Live on stage, lines long to see me
Yeah... reception of a king when I walk in the building
Grown men and women in the place, no children
Packed house, back out my mic then I buck off
Chicks scream like LL rippin his shirt off
Rock star status in the front row, yellin
{just what I need..} hehe
Run through my set, all live, no DAT
Just two turntables with a mic in effect
Word for word the crowd refers with each song
Like a, platinum nigga with a million
If you feelin, what I`m feelin
Then it means that I`m doin my thing
But yo on the real it`s some dudes fear this
Ain`t no such thing to me as I cain`t
See I never let a small thing wear on my brain
Hear what I`m sayin? {just what I need..} yeah
[Chorus]
To all my people in the front, ya don`t stop
To my people in the back, ya don`t stop
To my people on the side, ya don`t stop
To my man Big L, one love God
[O.C.]
You lactose I reach from, words I speak
Influence like King when he said I have a dream
Pro-black hero, few know the M.O.
Many be amazed when I show `em my credential
Teef{?} still diggin, fans still checkin
Wax I keep pressin, critics still stressin
Every song has a message, some call it teachin
Eyes wide shut, motherfuckers still sleepin
Yeah... covers all regions, all four seasons
Never will I stop `til I just stop breathin
Won`t go pop unless I start singin
Every now and then O soul need redeemin
Every now and then for the `dro I`m fiendin
High to the point my eyes need Visine`n
I lay it down right the shit that I`m feelin
So if you feelin, what I`m feelin
Then it means that I`m doin my thing
But yo on the real it`s some dudes fear this
Ain`t no such thing to me as I cain`t, yo
[Chorus]
[O.C.]
{just what I need..} Yo, I need prove nothin
Yeah proof and a kick like Bruce Lee-roy, I start blowin
Non-stop action like Jack Chan, in fact
Flow like tihs for me is half-assed, I put
maybe five percent of my brain on wax
The other 95% tucked away in the smash
I don`t, mean to brag, or maybe I do
Thoughts like pneumonia, talk like a grown-up
Kids on the corner, love my persona
Get a whiff of this bitch, smell my aroma
Slick talkin niggaz get left in a coma
Thinkin I`m a punk cause my job is a performer
Time and time again I`ve shown within my zone
Anywhere I lay my dome is my home, there`s
so many niggaz in the game I`ve spawned
Fuck who don`t acknowledge it, I know what I`ve done
... So if you feelin, what I`m feelin
Then it means that I`m doin my thing
But yo on the real it`s some dudes fear this
Ain`t no such thing to me as I cain`t
See I never let a small thing wear on my brain
Hear what I`m sayin? {just what I need..}
