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O.C. - “Jewelz”
[Emcee(s): O.C.]
[Producer(s): Lord Finesse]
[Sample (Multiple Elements): J.J. Band - “Changing Faces” (1:53)]

[Intro: Sample from John Kasandra - “I’ll Take Time” (3:01)]

[Interlude: O.C.]
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, ha. Come on, come on, come on (Uh). Yeah (Ha), yeah (What?). Diggin’ In The Crates, y’all. Come on, come on, come on. Uh, yeah. Lord Finesse, y’all. Check it (Yeah), uh, check it out. Check it out

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Yo, my movement motion smooth or rough as the ocean
Sometime, it slip away and I lose devotion
My judgement get cloudy, then I wanna get rowdy like
Romania, terrorize like Saudi Arabia
My avians reflects my mood swing, switch colors
Like a mood ring, wifey telling me good things
So I won’t strain. Got grey hairs and only been here
Twenty-five years. Shed tears for niggas
I knew for life, now lifeless—when you died, to us
Was like the Iranian crisis. I took it hard
Like a flick of slow mo’ breathing prophesized
Out of a book A Midsummer Night’s Dreaming
Semi-wet as I write this, dragging a cancer stick
Smoke thick, Hennessy shots to my wig
Half-naked while I jot this, lounging in my boxers
Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas. I get
A boner when I’m asleep, dreaming that I’m lounging on
A yacht, (chill in the sun), boat ‘bout to leave the docks
Reality I wake up to feels like I woke up to
A cloud-filled room with angel dust. It’s just the…

[Hook: O.C.]
Stress, frust’ make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss. I lust for living a life
Of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course

[Verse 2: O.C.]
I’m searching for
The light like Noah, the flame combust upon
The Bush foreseeing my future like the nova, pushing for the
Brighter side of living a life of better times, pouring
Rhymes like wine ‘til my cup runneth over
Temptation on my shoulder, I’m growing colder than a
Polar bear, thinking ‘bout a bank hold-up
I fall upon my lap and rest my head upon my kneecaps
Is it a crime that I be dreaming ‘bout the G’s, black?
Freeze for a minute. Gotta take control of my life
Gotta hold it like a knife, must have more than a slice, you know?
Frustration, mental masturbation, (confusion)
Life is love, living ‘til I’m right, beating illusions
Seclusion, seeing me is rare. I’d rather attain
Stacks, mack the islands on a plane ready for lift-off
And spend grands, sipping exotic juice, laying in the
Shade in shorts at a fly resort. On my cell
Contact the D.I.T.C. cohorts, talking
To the god Finesse, we’re tight like Indians with a Mohawk
And so on. Conversation going on, do the math
Dreaming I leave the sand for champagne bubble bath
Reality I wake up to feels like I woke up to
A cloud-filled room with angel dust. It’s just the…

[Hook: O.C.] (x2)
Stress, frust’ make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss. I lust for living a life
Of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course

[Verse 3: O.C.]
(You’re working)
(Hard for the dough), but time seem to go slow, busting
Your ass to go from an amateur to a pro
Low-budget feeling inside, no more can you score
Bad and the good fighting inside just like a war (Slavery)
(Laid a foundation for my nation centuries before)
(Final call’ll be the New World Order). 2K’s
On its way, no time for play, so I pray to God
Got me on a path of righteous ways. Even though
I get stressed and frustrated, the best time
For me to bless a rhyme, let’s put the pen through a test. (Yeah, I want)
(The riches, the missus on my side on a cold winter night)
(When it blizzard, and work magic like a grand wizard)
Official, O.C. a two-syllable sound, three-
-six-zero complete like the Earth is round, and on that note
Keep hope alive, striving to rise from the
Inner soul seeing through the eyes of a “Crow,” you know?
Slow pace you walk for, “It’s Only Right,” separate
The cause from another man, “Far From Yours,” (going)
(For mines still, coming off a two-year hiatus)
And, in that time, niggas bit my shit like alligators—it’s
Alright, though. This rap shit is stress for us, it makes you feel
You’re in a hallway robust with angel dust
Reality I wake up to. My old dad once
Told me, “How you live your life is all on you, son”

[Hook: O.C.] (x2)
Stress, frust’ make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss. I lust for living a life
Of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course