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