Special Songtext
von O.C.

Yo, ayo relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down with the sounds of this nigga O.C
Walking the streets, chicks hawking me
You ask why? That′s how it ought to be
Draw your own conclusion, separate the real from illusion
A fake one dealing with confusion
My kindred spirit will burn till God douse my flames
Till then forever I'll reign
The level of my game is like a smooth fade-away jump shot by Jordan
In the last few seconds
Crab niggas heckling, hoping I miss
It′s all net when ball fall through like swish
Comparison to me there's none other
Minus Donnie Brasco, my steez deep cover
Thoughts caress you, may God bless you
For all listening ears coming from truly yours
Something special


Special, oooh
Yeah, I know it, I feel it, I see it, I know I'm
Special, oooh
Uh-huh, I live it, I breathe it, I eat it, I know I′m
Special, oooh
Word, I know it, I feel it, I see it, I know I′m
Special, oooh

Check, yo, got a vendetta with myself
Why haven't hadn′t had I had million sold
Knowing what I spit made of gold
Light that dro spark it
Move your ass while a blunt flame illuminate the darkness
Smoke yellow, Othello, thoughts flow mellow
Who the hell gon' tell-o what I already know
It′s a thin line between fine wine and Ripple
Good wine, you let it breathe in that glass of crystal
Take a sip, swish it in your gums for taste
The act itself, the ambiance is what I embrace
All attention's on me, it′s been a long time
Rate the God, one through nine, O is the dime
Over the hill, I'm far from it, you name it, I done it
I've been here before like Muhammad
Check, thoughts caress you, may God bless you
For all listening ears coming from truly yours
Something special


Yo, it seems like a mic was made so I can speak my peace
Or like a defense lawyer who preparing his brief
Convince a jury not to convict who he defending for his freedom
Fake niggas in my life, I don′t need ′em
Ask around about my stats, sit back, I plant my feet
And point it, send it out of the park
The ball defy gravity, attached to your ass like a cavity
Thoughts blurry, mines got clarity
Your world ain't parallel to mines, go round like a carousel ride
I got nothing to hide, Hollywood even want in
Your typecast characters, I won′t play 'em
Rules I refuse obeying, stern like an oxen
Fight more bouts than a one day session
Knocking out songs like Jack Johnson
F what the rest do, O′s at your beckon and call
Like God answering your prayers in a phazon