Word...Life

[Verse 1] Let the chime be a part of your 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 While I persevere on the mic like sports Take me in stride, O.C.’s worth listenin' Watch the tricks of a ho who’s a vixen Tender eyes, they’re only leading to a hard-on Touching 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’ll 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 natural 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 turnpike Cause of my squad, Organized and Serchlite Meditate daily I do, so I sought Things I consider in my mind as deep thought [Chorus] Word, life Word, life Word, life Word, life [Verse 2: O.C.] By the way Do me a favor, give it a Chance if a nigga has flavor. Years have Passed—now training is over—of being Intoxicated—now I’m kind of sober Verses, serve a purpose like workers Yet there’s clowns making Hip Hop a circus Me? I’m an architect—mark my sweat Brain of an engine—better yet, a Corvette Thoughts are surging like a sub submerging Some subjects never been touched like a virgin Urging emcees beware of my wrath I’m destroying all things that go through my path It doesn’t matter the sex type, old or senile 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 mist now I’m more than a breeze and Poetically astounding, drown the sounding My brain responds to a beat booming and bouncing 808’s kicking with the kicks inside it You must coincide and not sound divided [Hook] (x2) Word... life Word... life Word... life Word... life [Verse 3: O.C.] Crushing competition, dusting oppositions Down the toilet, gonna flush your composition Your scribes are weak, therefore, can’t speak for self Against the man with a true mystique I got, so many ways to flip phrases, flip those 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 you, then I can’t be driven Bound for town with a raw sound seeming to be Lacking luster from of a lot of emcees 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 as a premature ejaculating And if you had a girl, you wouldn’t be masturbating Masquerading your personification as a Lyrical lord when you’re just not fascinating Nigga, you need to stop flexing, stop vexing what you’re not Be sure about what you got [Hook] (x4) Word... life Word... life Word... life Word... life