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