O.C. - Word...Life Lyrics
* send corrections to the typist[Verse 1]Let the chyme be a party of mineLet the rhyme enter twine like a vineWork your mentally found intellectI raise eyes like the sight of a tecLets take a trip inside of my thoughtsWill I persevere on the mic like sports?Take me in stride, O.C.'s worth listeningWatch the tricks of a hoe who is a fixinTender eyes, they only leadin' to a hard-onTouchin' tongue stick, two to be a part onI max relax smooth it out like a saxOne of my goals is to make fat stacksThen I, flip the money to astound this your businessThis year beat, you see, I already quist itI gave it a test for the rhyme lynguisticsHoney wanna kiss, gotta remove the lipstickI dig lips with, mad jewel juicesSoft and lickable, nah, rough and ruthlessBecause of many people I think deniedGas in my tank takin' me for a rideBut I'm alright now, smooth as the turn pipeCause a mind, spot, organize and search lifeMeditate, daily I do, so why sortThings I consider in my mind is deep thought[Chorus]Word...LifeWord...LifeWord...LifeWord...Life[Verse 2]By the way, do me a favorGive it a chance, if a nigga has flavorYears surpass now trained and it's overI'm bein' intoxicated, now I'm kinda soberPersons serve for purpose like workersIf this clowns is makin' Hip Hop a circusMe and my architect, mark my sweatBring up the engine, better yet a CorvetteThoughts I search 'em like a sub's emergin'Some subjects never been touched like a virginUrgin' MC's, do way of my 'raftI'm destroyin' all things to go through my pathIt doesn't matter the sex typeO to C now, niggaz gettin' done by the ? in freestyleRhythms are constantly switchin' and changin'Name is O.C., I wrote and arranged thisFluctuation I add it like seized itBefore it was missedNow more than a breeze andPoetically astoundin', round and soundin'My brain was paused to a beat, boomin' and bouncin'Edo waves kickin' with the kicks asidedYou must go inside and exhail, divide it[Chorus](2x)[Verse 3]Crushin' competition, dustin' oppostionsDiamond tour it on a Flushin' compositionDescribes a week, and for I can speakMyself against the man, with the true mystique I gotSo many ways to flip phrases, flip thoughtsPassin' licks over the head of my foesFits I'm givin' 'em it's a livingIf I don't wanna take a ride with yaThen I can't be drivenBound for town with a raw soundSeemin' to be lackin' lust in front, my line of MC'sSkits get done by the misfitDoin' gimmicky shit, followin' the leader from a trend hitO.C. got it goin' so like a sweaterBetter believe it, that I get it busy to the letterPure and thick, that's so premature ejaculatedAnd if you had a girl you wouldn't be masturbatin'Masceradin' your personafication as a lyrical lawWhen you just not fascinatin'Nigga, you need to stop flexin' stop vexin' what you notAnd sure 'bout what you got[Chorus](repeated 'til fade)
