Word... Life Songtext
von O.C.

Let the chime be a part of ya mind
Let the rhyme intertwine like a vine
Work your mentally-found intellect
I′ll raise eyes like the sight of a TEC

Let's take a trip inside of my thoughts
Will I persevere on the mic like sports?
Take me in stride, O.C.′s worth listenin'
Watch the tricks of a hoe who's a vixen

Tender eyes – they′re only leadin′ to a hard-on
Touchin' tongues take – two to be a part on
I′ll max, relax, smooth it out like a sax
One of my goals is to make fat stacks

Then I – flip the money to establish a business
This here beat – you see, I already quizzed it
I gave it a test for the rhyme linguistics
Honey wanna kiss? Gotta remove the lipstick


I dig lips with mad jewel juices
Soft and lickable, not rough and ruthless
Because of many people, I've been denied
Gas in my tank takin′ me for a ride

But I'm all right now, smooth as the turnpike
′Cause of my squad, Organized and Serchlite
Meditate daily I do, so I sought
Things I consider in my mind as deep thought

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By the way, do me a favour
Give it a chance, if a nigga has flavour
Years have passed, now trainin' is over
Of bein' intoxicated, now I′m kinda sober

Veгses serve a purpose like workers
Yet there′s clowns makin' hip-hop a circus
Me? I′m a architect, mark my sweat
Brain of the engine, better yet a Corvette


Thoughts are surgin' like a sub′s emersion
Some subjects never been touched like a virgin
Urgin' emcees, beware of my wrath
I′m destroyin' all things to go through my path

It doesn't matter the sex type, old to senile
Niggas gettin′ done by the potent in freestyle
Rhythms are constantly switchin′ and changin'
Name is O.C, I wrote and arranged this – fluctuation, I add it like seasonin′

Before I was missed, now I'm more than a breeze and poetically astoundin′
Drown the soundin', my brain responds to a beat, boomin′ and bouncin'
808s kickin' with the kicks inside it
You must coincide and not sound divided

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Crushin′ competition, dustin′ oppostions
Down the toilet, gonna flush your composition
Your scribes are weak, therefore I can speak
For self, against the man – with the true mystique

I got – so many ways to flip phrases, flip those
Passin' licks over the head of my foes
Fits I′m givin' ′em, it's a livin′
If I don't wanna take a ride with ya then I can't be driven

Bound for town with a raw sound
Seemin′ to be lackin′ luster from a lot of emcees
Skits get done by the misfit, doin' gimmicky shit
Followin′ the leader from a trend hit

O.C. got it goin', sewn like a sweater
Better believe it that I get it busy to the letter
Pure and thick as a premature ejaculatin′
And if you had a girl, you wouldn't be masturbatin′

Masqueradin' your personification as a lyrical lord
When you're just not fascinatin′, nigga
You need to stop flexin′, stop vexin' what you not
Be sure ′bout what you got

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