O.c. - The formula lyrics

Yo high energy, flowing with the wisdom Sense of rich man, the knowledge and the rhythm No I'm not biting, this is one of my heroes, pay homage Brought me one step closer to the end, cease cover Dropped the D and what it reads is O.C Whose acronym is no one can do it better Empire state, windows of the world, one day I caught a view Saying to myself I can do this Mom's a singer, and my DNA is rooted The first LP proved it With no guest appearances, God given gift to be a lyricist Right alongside the best out Etched my spot in the game, alleviating doubt Acknowledging the rhythm that my momma had born The hard egos and unlimited flows, the science I morphed it to a formula [Hook] Making records that people are cold checking and respecting and It rocks, the sales won't stop, those of the Doctor... Kick it on the one, block, and we don't stop Making records that people are cold checking and respecting and It rocks, the sales won't stop, those of the Doctor... Never say nothing people can't comprehend Checking the facts before it goes down on wax Making sure only download official apps Cause spyware in ya laptop can be a b**h Soul seekers amaze non-believers to get a gist of it all, they go with the proceedings Life's a journey with a million hours logged in a ledger But I'm never succumbing to the pressures Something like what you heard before and more You see the glow in my aura, at shows I'm applauded Trash talking star, but leading they own lives To the point truth's distorted, yet they still record it Consumers, I provide 'em with service that's like burgers Followed by an A+ score, validating it perfect Knowledge and the source that my momma was born uh-huh We making it official, Yo A let 'em know Yo it's [sequence?] like the D.O.C. coming straight from the heart One of many who gave me a spark I acknowledge him like Slick Rick and G Rap, I mean that Portrait of a masterpiece, believe that With every syllable pronounce clear and efficient, growl in his voice vicious In addition to lending him an ear, I listened Mind blowing, studying the cadence when he say it Funky enough with the rude boy drawl Of a letting the ba** go with the run-ons and pauses Making it an opera of D.O.C. and the Doctor Texas born with a New York posture His union with Dre's like me and Apollo Link in the Cuban chain hard to pop Cause the clamp aside acknowledging the lyricism the OG bought Gave me the blueprint and showed me how to mix and hook up my own formula