[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
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