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 raise eyes like the sight of a tech Lets take a trip inside of my thoughts While I persevere on the mic like sports Take me in stride, O.C.'s worth listening Watch the tricks of a ho who's a vixen Tender eyes, they only leading to a hard-on Touching 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 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 my squad Organize and Serchlite Meditate, daily I do, so I sort Things I consider in my mind is deep thought [Hook] Word...Life Word...Life Word...Life Word...Life [Verse 2] By the way, do me a favour Give it a chance if a nigga has flavour Years have passed, now training is over I'm being intoxicated, now I'm kinda 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 the engine, better yet a Corvette Thought are surging like a sub submerging Some subjects never been touched like a virgin Urging MC's - beware of my wrath I'm destroying all things that go through my path It doesn't matter the sex type, O to C now 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 missed/mist, now I'm more than a breeze and Poetically astounding, round and sounding My brain responds to a beat, booming and bouncing 808's kick it with the kicks inside it You must coincide and not sound divided [Hook - X2] [Verse 3] Crushing competition, dusting oppositions Down the toilet, gonna flush your composition Your scribes are weak, therefore I can't speak Myself against a man, with a true mystique I got, so many ways to flip phrases, flip thoughts 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 ya, then I can't be driven Bound for town with a raw sound Seeming to be lack and luster from of a lot of MC's 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, that's so premature ejaculating And if you had a girl you wouldn't be masturbating Masquerading your personification as a lyrical law When you're just not fascinating Nigga you need to stop flexing, stop vexing what you not Be sure bout what you got [Hook repeated until end]