Word...Life Songtext / Lyric

[Verse 1]

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



[Chorus]

Word... Life

Word... Life

Word... Life

Word... Life



[Verse 2]

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



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3]

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



[Chorus: repeated 'til fade]