O.C. – Word Life

word… life

Let the chime be a part of your mind
Let the rhyme intertwine like a vine
Work your mentally found intellect
I raise eyes like the sight of a tech
Lets take a trip inside of my thoughts
While I persevere on the mic like sports
Take me in stride, O.C.’s worth listening
Watch the tricks of a hoe who’s a vixen
Tender eyes, they only leading to a hard-on
Touching tongue stick, two to be a part on
I 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 taking me for a ride
But I’m alright now, smooth as the turn pipe
Cause my squad organize and search light
Meditate, daily I do, so why sort
Things I consider in my mind is deep thought

By the way, do me a favour
Give it a chance if a nigga has flavour
Years have passed, now training is over
I’m being intoxicated, now I’m kinda sober
Persons serve for purpose like workers
Yet there’s clowns making Hip Hop a circus
Me, I’m an architect, mark my sweat
Brain of the engine, better yet a Corvette
Thought are surging like a sub submerging
Some subjects never been touched like a virgin
Urging MC’s – be aware of my wrath
I’m destroying all things that go through my path
It doesn’t matter the sex type, O to C now
Niggas getting done by the potent in freestyle
Rhythms are constantly switching and changing
Name is O.C., I wrote and arranged this
Fluctuation, I add it like seasoning
Before I was missed/mist, now I’m more than a breeze and
Poetically astounding, round and sounding
My brain responds to a beat, booming and bouncing
Edo waves kick it with the kicks a sided
You must go inside and exhale, divide it

Crushing competition, dusting oppositions
Down the toilet, gonna flush your composition
Your scribes are weak, and for I can speak
Myself against a man, with a true mystique
I got, so many ways to flip phrases, flip thoughts
Passing licks over the head of my foes
Fits I’m giving ‘em, it’s a living
If I don’t wanna take a ride with ya, then I can’t be driven
Bound for town with a raw sound
Seeming to be lack and luster from of a lot of MC’s
Skits get done by the misfit, doing gimmicky shit
Following the leader from a trend hit
O.C. got it going sewn like a sweater
Better believe it that I get it busy to the letter
Pure and thick, that’s so premature ejaculated
And if you had a girl you wouldn’t be masturbating
Masquerading your personification as a lyrical law
When you’re just not fascinating
Nigga you need to stop flexing, stop vexing what you not
Be sure bout what you got

Quote by O.C. from Word…Life on the album Word…Life