i'm going to campus/
no you can't have this/
immaculate way of attackin it, i'm more global than an atlas/
so international and inner-national, you can't match this/
i strike chords so fierce they light bright like some matches/
i'm oh so in the know that i've got my facts, kid/
stop kiddin yourself with fiction, all you are is factless/
when the fact-is, you're whack if you decide 2 act big/
think twice before you get spiked by these progeny rap kids//
O.C. - 'The Chosen One Instrumental'
on my way to campus before an extended study session.. psyching myself up!
'throw caution to the wind,
take my hand, + just give in..'
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