Word...Life - O.C.

Let the chyme be a party of mine

Let the rhyme enter twine like a vine

Work your mentally found intellect

I raise eyes like the sight of a tec

Lets take a trip inside of my thoughts

Will I persevere on the mic like sports?

Take me in stride, O.C.'s worth listening

Watch the tricks of a hoe who is a fixin

Tender eyes, they only leadin’to a hard-on

Touchin’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 astound this your business

This year beat, you see, I already quist it I gave it a test for the rhyme lynguistics

Honey wanna kiss, gotta remove the lipstick

I dig lips with, mad jewel juices

Soft and lickable, nah, rough and ruthless

Because of many people I think denied

Gas in my tank takin’me for a ride

But I’m alright now, smooth as the turn pipe

Cause a mind, spot, organize and search life

Meditate, daily I do, so why sort

Things I consider in my mind is deep thought

Word… Life

Word… Life

Word… Life

Word… Life

By the way, do me a favor

Give it a chance, if a nigga has flavor

Years surpass now trained and it’s over

I’m bein’intoxicated, now I’m kinda sober

Persons serve for purpose like workers

If this clowns is makin’Hip Hop a circus

Me and my architect, mark my sweat

Bring up the engine, better yet a Corvette

Thoughts I search 'em like a sub’s emergin'

Some subjects never been touched like a virgin

Urgin’MC’s, do way of my 'raft

I’m destroyin’all things to go through my path

It doesn’t matter the sex type

O to C now, niggaz gettin’done by the?

in freestyle

Rhythms are constantly switchin’and changin'

Name is O.C., I wrote and arranged this

Fluctuation I add it like seized it Before it was missed

Now more than a breeze and

Poetically astoundin', round and soundin'

My brain was paused to a beat, boomin’and bouncin'

Edo waves kickin’with the kicks asided

You must go inside and exhail, divide it Crushin’competition, dustin’oppostions

Down the toilet on a flushing composition

Describes a week, and for I can speak

Myself against the man, with the true mystique I got

So many ways to flip phrases, flip thoughts

Passin’licks over the head of my foes

Fits I’m givin''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

Seemin’to be lackin’lust in front, my line of MC’s

Skits get done by the misfit

Doin’gimmicky shit, followin’the leader from a trend hit

O.C.

got it goin’so 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 masturbatin'

Masceradin’your personafication as a lyrical law

When you just not fascinatin'

Nigga, you need to stop flexin’stop vexin’what you not

And sure 'bout what you got

(repeated 'til fade)