Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word...Life, artist - O.C.. Album song Word...Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wild Pitch
Song language: English
Word...Life |
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 |
Word… Life |
Word… Life |
Word… Life |
Word… Life |
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 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 |
(repeated 'til fade) |