Word... Life (remix - instrumental) Songtext
von O.C.

[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]