[Intro: O.C.]
In this game, we a link in the chain
This is real so I'll remain
Preserving the classic ways we do this music

Hahahahaha. APOLLO!
Yeah, uh, yeah, continuation of Trophies
Add on to the discography
Let's do it A

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Flow in the pocket, definitely it's an art to it
Taught by the gods prior to me on just how to do it
Now when my pen manoeuvres so sick in the groove
Like I'm cruising butter soft the seat is pearly as beluga
Verbally he's still a prob'
The so-called big names or types feelin' themself
I look at 'em as insane, so here it is, another trophy
The taxidermist I'm out
Heads on walls when I lyrically off 'em
My brain store's open 24/7/365 days, I got that infinite wave
What's etched in stone is bond to place, I could never be erased
Naysayers talk, but what can they say?
Got time in this village off particip'ing and skill in the words
I put beside one another for you to feel this, huh
Some catch it, some are smart some are dumb
Some dudes work twice as hard but I do it for fun
[Hook: O.C.]
Over some classic shit we give a strong show
Case appealing to the masses, also
You feel a vibe from head to chest, way past your torso
From Detroit to NY, come on yo
Can't deny what you're feeling this is real folk flow we got going on deck
Lesson bestowing, Hip Hip 101 in effect
You in the moment this will guide you to check out for those not knowing

[Verse 2: O.C.]
Channel my thoughts through music
Beat acting as a conduit
Underground shit here for sewers
For those in the know that I've done this many times
Understand my love for music is more than just rhyme
Kudos in order as I'm guided by some morals
Steal from a youngster past coming to the torch they lit
My earthly form, courtesy of mama I'ma last born
A sibling die before me then I came along
Attitude's cobblestone
And some O's known to keep it light cos I move better on my own
No clone, I'm a one of one
Throughout the planet I'm known, for any granite that I walk on is home
Shown respect for people as I expect it in return
The past echos the future, they both merge
Aquatic ear in case the surf surge
Beside Apollo on the board, after the chorus comes the third verse
[Hook]

[Verse 3: O.C.]
Over the years I ask myself where the time's gone
As I'm chillin' in my backyard, skewin' steaks on the barb'
Sippin' on something that I popped the cork on, buzzed
Money's the motivation nowadays despite the love
Change in the times reflect
A whole different state of mind, I assume
It's what the people accept
Rules are barred from the game now
Cause lames have been treating it
Areas need repairs, it's time for some maintenance, yo
See my job is more than just to make your heads nod
To and fro over bass and treble decibels
Still [?] holds court in his sport
O's playin' by his own rules
Old school I consider just old news
Though dues been paid, I still have it in me
It's a gift, not a talent, deeply entrenched within me
So thanks to the supporters and stand-up promoters
Til the next time [?] I touch as always

[Hook]