Intro:
  
  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