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Prove Me Wrong
   ------Apollo Brown & OC

[Intro]
Calm before the storm

[Verse 1]
From whence I came, express my pain
Shapin’ mo’ my frame, I go by the name of O.C
My PKA when onstage plus in real life this here’s my government title
Idle to many, not the truth to naysayers
Been a havin’ a walker since British walkers
Way before Obama would start to be in office
Loss of friends to jail and some dead in a coffin
Way of life and music has since gone corporate
Picture the days past now it’s a whole different portrait
Me dumbin’ down would be a sign of weakness
Throwin’ in the towel as Victor Ortiz did
Protect yourselves at all times my guard’s up
Keepin’ the odds even with the flow and the bars up
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The star child leave ‘em star-struck
Knowin’ an engine won’t run on its own without spark plugs

[Hook]
If you could read my thoughts what you’d discover is mind-blowing
Even when I’m asleep, my mind going
My subconscious stay alert
Revealing the questions to answers
Otherwise that don’t know
What being known for others to be more in slow-mo'
See deception and truth be told
Yeah, set in my ways ‘till you prove me wrong

[Verse 2]
Uh, Sub-par ain’t part of my report though
Blood gods are fiendin’ for a taste of my law
For O.C. addicts, sorry for the wait
Tie off your arms, here’s another dose, a few years withdrawal
Been a bit too long, I know
Vent, talk shit, let it out, exhale
Time to let it go
From a league of extraordinary men
So what’s expected is nothing below perfection
Never lost that connection
When in doubt, life’s about chances
Wilted trees only grow new branches
Words paint a canvas within, around my questions and answers
Mistake of a panther, lurkin’, I know the game’s hurtin’
One thing’s for certain
When it’s all said and done, who supplies the best service
Take a look around, who’s well-worth the purchase
Y’all fooled by these aliens
Phenom as an earthling

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yo, there’s nothing but wealth in my soul
So the slogan, “Men lie, numbers don’t”
Read between the quotes or cop-out
In the D gettin’ songs knocked out
Soon to hit the road and rock out
In pre-recordin’ I can fix my mistakes
But it’s another level in the flesh live, onstage
Big acts backed by majors
Sign the dotted line, 360 like they doin’ us a favor
Fake-ass bosses talkin’ balderdash with fake designer garments
Glass in they crosses, balloonin’ they profits
You niggas need stop it
How far do the lies go before you expose saints
Pussy ain’t a man’s down-fall no mo’
New things, stretch a lie as far is it could go
Product placement, live shit is way down in the basement
Crime, tour, promote murder, catch a Cajun

[Hook]