[Verse 1]
Let the chime be a part of your mind
Let the rhyme intertwine like a vine
Work your Mentally-found intellect
I’ll raise Eyes like the sight of a TEC
Let’s take a trip inside of my thoughts
While I persevere on the mic like sports
Take me in stride, O.C.’s worth listenin'
Watch the tricks of a ho who’s a vixen
Tender eyes, they’re only leading to a hard-on
Touching tongues take two to be a part on
I’ll max, relax smooth it out like a sax
One of my goals is to make fat stacks
Then I’ll 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 of my squad, Organized and Serchlite
Meditate daily I do, so I sought
Things I consider in my mind as deep thought
[Chorus]
Word, life
Word, life
Word, life
Word, life

[Verse 2: O.C.]
By the way
Do me a favor, give it a
Chance if a n***a has flavor. Years have
Passed—now training is over—of being
Intoxicated—now I’m kind of 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 an engine—better yet, a Corvette
Thoughts are surging like a sub submerging
Some subjects never been touched like a virgin
Urging emcees beware of my wrath
I’m destroying all things that go through my path
It doesn’t matter the sex type, old or senile
N***as 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 mist now I’m more than a breeze and
Poetically astounding, drown the sounding
My brain responds to a beat booming and bouncing
808’s kicking with the kicks inside it
You must coincide and not sound divided
[Hook] (x2)
Word... life
Word... life
Word... life
Word... life

[Verse 3: O.C.]
Crushing competition, dusting oppositions
Down the toilet, gonna flush your composition
Your scribes are weak, therefore, can’t speak for self
Against the man with a true mystique
I got, so many ways to flip phrases, flip those
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 you, then I can’t be driven
Bound for town with a raw sound seeming to be
Lacking luster from of a lot of emcees
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 as a premature ejaculating
And if you had a girl, you wouldn’t be masturbating
Masquerading your personification as a
Lyrical lord when you’re just not fascinating
N***a, you need to stop flexing, stop vexing what you’re not
Be sure about what you got
[Hook] (x4)
Word... life
Word... life
Word... life
Word... life