No Main Topic (O.G. Version)

O.C. ft. Prince Po - “No Main Topic (Original Mix)” [Emcee(s): O.C.] [Producer(s): DJ Ogee] [Additional Vocals: Prince Po] [Sample (Melody): Duke Ellington - “Gong”] [Intro: Prince Po] One time. One time. Check it out. O.C. “No Main Topic.” Can you visualize? Where’s your optic? We do it like this, representing, letting you know it doesn’t even matter. Skills and skills. It’s straight up and down, and don’t even ask, “Why?” Check it out. You know why? [Verse 1: O.C.] Uh I never ran from a man unless Clyde Get cocked in my face. I’ll dash before the (*Gunshot*) Dissed the sister ‘cause she didn't like you, mister Bust your ego on down like a blister The party was packed. In fact, black ladies with Back were stacked inside of the place like flapjacks First of all, what you call hardcore? Who's Hardcore? I gets grit in your teeth and lock in your jaw Mess hall is filled with crooks and criminals Ill type of characters giving up ill subliminals Get nostalgia from a rhyme that I wrote long Time ago and found this place. I figured, “Who would know?” The body’s a poem. Talking ‘bout the mind more Powerful than anything known to mankind. My Flight has begun—stand clear of the runway The only way I see you killing me is with gunplay In many ways and more, peeps die in the raw Flip the word around, now “raw” spells “war” Never could I kill a man to fill a void A prosperous life, he gets burnt like phosphorous Crooked your face from the slap of my base in your Grill piece. You're the lamb I took fleece from You underestimate the quest of fate Destined for a date with O.C. the Great Ruling benevolence over a girl named Evelyn Getting woman to suck cedar my field of medicine Fuck the ones who adjourned my concern with all- -out conceit. I’ll cop the Ogee beats Balance, not bullets. The world is already full of Nonsense, so I’ll contribute to your conscience O. raise up the kicks, pop back in the Disc, make it feel as though the slapping of a fist Flip verses, skip curses, dodge Hearses, collect fat purses, stay surface Above the dead planet, Earth of granite A thousand emcees of my sex is satanic I'm sticking to my comments, never rap nonsense The metaphoric title of my table of contents Is logic. There’s such thing as modern, out and achieve But some are still deadweight, rock-bottom Talking shhh, sparking for nothing, barking up the Wrong damn tree, homie. Slice cold-bluffing Alas, ain't nothing mashing just for fashion What's the object? It's, like, no main topic [Outro: Prince Po] “No Main Topic.” We do it just like this. One Time for your mind, reminisce back When it didn’t matter. You gotta come with the Lyrics, uplifting your spirits with no tricks No gimmicks. O.C. doubly bringing trouble G, as we do it like this. Ha. One Time for your mind. Feel it. We do it Just like this, uh. Main focus on the rhyme Ha, yes. One time, O- -G-and-double-E. We do it like This: one, two, three, four And I ain’t even do it just like this. Who’s Behind me? It’s the organisms. One time, repre- -senting. We do it like this. Who’s inventing? It’s the O-to-the-C-to-the-E and the extra Do it like this, uh, for sex-ah Hahahahaha-ah-ah Hah. One time. Uh Check it. Uh. Uh Uh. Come on Uh. Uh “No Main Topic.” Uh. “No Main Topic.” We do it just like this. One Time. Uh, uh Hey, O, no question. We do it Just like this. Uh, check it Check it. One time for your mind We do it just like this. O.C.’s on the Rhyme. No, no, we can’t Uh, or should I say “shan’t”? Ick. O.C. is the sure shit No question. One time, representing On the nine-four for the niggas in the South Side