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[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 LyricsGas 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] From Lyrics Mania