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]

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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)

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[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