O.C. - Word...Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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]