It's Only Right Lyrics
| Song | It's Only Right |
| Artist | O.C. |
| Album | Word...Life / Jewelz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Credle, Dewgarde, Ward |
| [00:02.52] | "One, two, yeah and you don't stop" |
| [00:05.19] | "One, two, huh and you don't stop" |
| [00:07.80] | "Ah check it out" |
| [00:12.93][O.C.] | |
| [00:18.24] | Style like somethin the microphone fiend would spark |
| [00:20.76] | Sort of reminiscing, of how it used to go down in the parks |
| [00:24.09] | Equipment ropped off, you can hear the vagas echo for miles and breath |
| [00:27.69] | Bass pounds the asphalt |
| [00:29.10] | Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a earthquake and |
| [00:32.67] | O.C. a classic in the making, mental make thoughts |
| [00:35.49] | My physical form words |
| [00:36.96] | Hot in my mouth like a joust, no doubt |
| [00:39.21] | Some a phenomenon, mic technician, electrician |
| [00:42.00] | Spit the mic down the middle like an el producto |
| [00:44.49] | And throughout the resin, then asapoltin this shit |
| [00:46.92] | Gift to gather a rhyme, make rap a staired son |
| [00:49.44] | The way I do this, switch up the fluid |
| [00:51.30] | So smooth you wanna persuie it |
| [00:52.95] | I'm raw like underground sewage you |
| [00:55.02] | This shit for insight? Well I'm back, never was gone |
| [00:57.66] | What I right, be tighter than pin stripes |
| [00:59.70] | Born by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic |
| [01:02.76] | Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw, it's only right |
| [01:05.43][sample from live event] | |
| [01:06.06] | I know it's hot, we hot too |
| [01:08.25] | You ready to throw down, we ready to have a party |
| [01:10.83] | So if ya ready to have a party, make some noise! |
| [01:13.20][O.C.] | |
| [01:14.19] | Any mic I hold it in the grip of my palm |
| [01:16.47] | I wave it over the crowd |
| [01:17.85] | Dictatin shit like Genghis Khan |
| [01:20.04] | Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic schoolin |
| [01:23.70] | Bringin samatics to this rap shit |
| [01:25.50] | Bonafied, mic set you can't see me on it |
| [01:28.05] | Master the art, so now I just flaunt it |
| [01:30.57] | Born to live, a life and die until then |
| [01:33.24] | Imma keep on writin the slick rhymes with the pen |
| [01:35.40] | Take the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin innocence |
| [01:38.40] | Bust my nuts, bringin rhymes to live like Genesis |
| [01:41.16] | But ritical renaissance |
| [01:42.54] | In death there's a flautless |
| [01:43.71] | Tearin shit up when it comes to me pickin up a cordless |
| [01:46.74] | One of New York's finest, on this trip I co-incide with B Minus |
| [01:50.91] | Bringin out the best in me, we formulatin like a recipe |
| [01:54.15] | What I emplore, will show nuff disto my presence |
| [01:56.91] | Then I'm divine like the seven |
| [01:58.35] | Keepin it tight cuz what safice is raw shit, it's only right |
| [02:01.71][Chorus x4] | |
| [02:15.27][O.C.] | |
| [02:20.61] | Microphone's I melt down, slap crowns, push em out of bounds |
| [02:23.82] | Crush ya crowd, as I lay my third verse down |
| [02:26.25] | Because, this is what I want, to gain control of that position |
| [02:29.01] | It's only right, that I follow thru compition |
| [02:31.47] | Be warning me, homocide rhymes or mad rounds |
| [02:34.26] | To get flass or pencil hurt, battin me down |
| [02:36.51] | Contents flex text expert, since my born date |
| [02:39.87] | 5/13/71 like a stick bin, injection |
| [02:43.56] | Inside ya blood stream, digest what I manifest |
| [02:46.68] | O.C., you best by me, others are mediocre like |
| [02:49.71] | I slam the earth like a meteor right |
| [02:51.69] | Cuz I'mma take mine, leavin you face down in the puddle |
| [02:54.57] | Blow up like a shuttle, when I give you my rebuttle |
| [02:57.33] | Frame of mind, across state lines |
| [02:59.43] | Await the taste, me like fine wines from Avidian |
| [03:02.25] | For those who wanna select cyphers to cyphers stash |
| [03:05.37] | Straight up, I don't rhyme for shit |
| [03:07.20] | I prove myself, stylin for years on the mic |
| [03:09.72] | On another level of being, what's the B Minus? It's only right |
| [03:13.11][Chorus x4] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Credle, Dewgarde, Ward |
| [00:02.52] | " One, two, yeah and you don' t stop" |
| [00:05.19] | " One, two, huh and you don' t stop" |
| [00:07.80] | " Ah check it out" |
| [00:12.93][O.C.] | |
| [00:18.24] | Style like somethin the microphone fiend would spark |
| [00:20.76] | Sort of reminiscing, of how it used to go down in the parks |
| [00:24.09] | Equipment ropped off, you can hear the vagas echo for miles and breath |
| [00:27.69] | Bass pounds the asphalt |
| [00:29.10] | Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a earthquake and |
| [00:32.67] | O. C. a classic in the making, mental make thoughts |
| [00:35.49] | My physical form words |
| [00:36.96] | Hot in my mouth like a joust, no doubt |
| [00:39.21] | Some a phenomenon, mic technician, electrician |
| [00:42.00] | Spit the mic down the middle like an el producto |
| [00:44.49] | And throughout the resin, then asapoltin this shit |
| [00:46.92] | Gift to gather a rhyme, make rap a staired son |
| [00:49.44] | The way I do this, switch up the fluid |
| [00:51.30] | So smooth you wanna persuie it |
| [00:52.95] | I' m raw like underground sewage you |
| [00:55.02] | This shit for insight? Well I' m back, never was gone |
| [00:57.66] | What I right, be tighter than pin stripes |
| [00:59.70] | Born by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic |
| [01:02.76] | Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw, it' s only right |
| [01:05.43][sample from live event] | |
| [01:06.06] | I know it' s hot, we hot too |
| [01:08.25] | You ready to throw down, we ready to have a party |
| [01:10.83] | So if ya ready to have a party, make some noise! |
| [01:13.20][O.C.] | |
| [01:14.19] | Any mic I hold it in the grip of my palm |
| [01:16.47] | I wave it over the crowd |
| [01:17.85] | Dictatin shit like Genghis Khan |
| [01:20.04] | Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic schoolin |
| [01:23.70] | Bringin samatics to this rap shit |
| [01:25.50] | Bonafied, mic set you can' t see me on it |
| [01:28.05] | Master the art, so now I just flaunt it |
| [01:30.57] | Born to live, a life and die until then |
| [01:33.24] | Imma keep on writin the slick rhymes with the pen |
| [01:35.40] | Take the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin innocence |
| [01:38.40] | Bust my nuts, bringin rhymes to live like Genesis |
| [01:41.16] | But ritical renaissance |
| [01:42.54] | In death there' s a flautless |
| [01:43.71] | Tearin shit up when it comes to me pickin up a cordless |
| [01:46.74] | One of New York' s finest, on this trip I coincide with B Minus |
| [01:50.91] | Bringin out the best in me, we formulatin like a recipe |
| [01:54.15] | What I emplore, will show nuff disto my presence |
| [01:56.91] | Then I' m divine like the seven |
| [01:58.35] | Keepin it tight cuz what safice is raw shit, it' s only right |
| [02:01.71][Chorus x4] | |
| [02:15.27][O.C.] | |
| [02:20.61] | Microphone' s I melt down, slap crowns, push em out of bounds |
| [02:23.82] | Crush ya crowd, as I lay my third verse down |
| [02:26.25] | Because, this is what I want, to gain control of that position |
| [02:29.01] | It' s only right, that I follow thru compition |
| [02:31.47] | Be warning me, homocide rhymes or mad rounds |
| [02:34.26] | To get flass or pencil hurt, battin me down |
| [02:36.51] | Contents flex text expert, since my born date |
| [02:39.87] | 5 13 71 like a stick bin, injection |
| [02:43.56] | Inside ya blood stream, digest what I manifest |
| [02:46.68] | O. C., you best by me, others are mediocre like |
| [02:49.71] | I slam the earth like a meteor right |
| [02:51.69] | Cuz I' mma take mine, leavin you face down in the puddle |
| [02:54.57] | Blow up like a shuttle, when I give you my rebuttle |
| [02:57.33] | Frame of mind, across state lines |
| [02:59.43] | Await the taste, me like fine wines from Avidian |
| [03:02.25] | For those who wanna select cyphers to cyphers stash |
| [03:05.37] | Straight up, I don' t rhyme for shit |
| [03:07.20] | I prove myself, stylin for years on the mic |
| [03:09.72] | On another level of being, what' s the B Minus? It' s only right |
| [03:13.11][Chorus x4] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Credle, Dewgarde, Ward |
| [00:02.52] | " One, two, yeah and you don' t stop" |
| [00:05.19] | " One, two, huh and you don' t stop" |
| [00:07.80] | " Ah check it out" |
| [00:12.93][O.C.] | |
| [00:18.24] | Style like somethin the microphone fiend would spark |
| [00:20.76] | Sort of reminiscing, of how it used to go down in the parks |
| [00:24.09] | Equipment ropped off, you can hear the vagas echo for miles and breath |
| [00:27.69] | Bass pounds the asphalt |
| [00:29.10] | Thunder vibration shake like a tremble from a earthquake and |
| [00:32.67] | O. C. a classic in the making, mental make thoughts |
| [00:35.49] | My physical form words |
| [00:36.96] | Hot in my mouth like a joust, no doubt |
| [00:39.21] | Some a phenomenon, mic technician, electrician |
| [00:42.00] | Spit the mic down the middle like an el producto |
| [00:44.49] | And throughout the resin, then asapoltin this shit |
| [00:46.92] | Gift to gather a rhyme, make rap a staired son |
| [00:49.44] | The way I do this, switch up the fluid |
| [00:51.30] | So smooth you wanna persuie it |
| [00:52.95] | I' m raw like underground sewage you |
| [00:55.02] | This shit for insight? Well I' m back, never was gone |
| [00:57.66] | What I right, be tighter than pin stripes |
| [00:59.70] | Born by mob boss, my flause in affect on the mic |
| [01:02.76] | Keep it tight, with out a fight is raw, it' s only right |
| [01:05.43][sample from live event] | |
| [01:06.06] | I know it' s hot, we hot too |
| [01:08.25] | You ready to throw down, we ready to have a party |
| [01:10.83] | So if ya ready to have a party, make some noise! |
| [01:13.20][O.C.] | |
| [01:14.19] | Any mic I hold it in the grip of my palm |
| [01:16.47] | I wave it over the crowd |
| [01:17.85] | Dictatin shit like Genghis Khan |
| [01:20.04] | Nonchalantly deliver the flow like drug traffic schoolin |
| [01:23.70] | Bringin samatics to this rap shit |
| [01:25.50] | Bonafied, mic set you can' t see me on it |
| [01:28.05] | Master the art, so now I just flaunt it |
| [01:30.57] | Born to live, a life and die until then |
| [01:33.24] | Imma keep on writin the slick rhymes with the pen |
| [01:35.40] | Take the cherry from a tree, like a virgin havin innocence |
| [01:38.40] | Bust my nuts, bringin rhymes to live like Genesis |
| [01:41.16] | But ritical renaissance |
| [01:42.54] | In death there' s a flautless |
| [01:43.71] | Tearin shit up when it comes to me pickin up a cordless |
| [01:46.74] | One of New York' s finest, on this trip I coincide with B Minus |
| [01:50.91] | Bringin out the best in me, we formulatin like a recipe |
| [01:54.15] | What I emplore, will show nuff disto my presence |
| [01:56.91] | Then I' m divine like the seven |
| [01:58.35] | Keepin it tight cuz what safice is raw shit, it' s only right |
| [02:01.71][Chorus x4] | |
| [02:15.27][O.C.] | |
| [02:20.61] | Microphone' s I melt down, slap crowns, push em out of bounds |
| [02:23.82] | Crush ya crowd, as I lay my third verse down |
| [02:26.25] | Because, this is what I want, to gain control of that position |
| [02:29.01] | It' s only right, that I follow thru compition |
| [02:31.47] | Be warning me, homocide rhymes or mad rounds |
| [02:34.26] | To get flass or pencil hurt, battin me down |
| [02:36.51] | Contents flex text expert, since my born date |
| [02:39.87] | 5 13 71 like a stick bin, injection |
| [02:43.56] | Inside ya blood stream, digest what I manifest |
| [02:46.68] | O. C., you best by me, others are mediocre like |
| [02:49.71] | I slam the earth like a meteor right |
| [02:51.69] | Cuz I' mma take mine, leavin you face down in the puddle |
| [02:54.57] | Blow up like a shuttle, when I give you my rebuttle |
| [02:57.33] | Frame of mind, across state lines |
| [02:59.43] | Await the taste, me like fine wines from Avidian |
| [03:02.25] | For those who wanna select cyphers to cyphers stash |
| [03:05.37] | Straight up, I don' t rhyme for shit |
| [03:07.20] | I prove myself, stylin for years on the mic |
| [03:09.72] | On another level of being, what' s the B Minus? It' s only right |
| [03:13.11][Chorus x4] |
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