Oc No Main Topic Lyrics

No Main Topic Lyrics

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[Intro]



1: Yo O pick up the phone indeed!



2: Yo yo whattup E whattup?



1: Yo what's goin on kid?



2: Chillin man, sort of



1: Yo you heard the O.C. shit?



2: Yeah yeah that shit is flavored dude



1: Yo



2: Yo talk to you later man







[O.C.]



Uhh I never ran from my men unless glocks get cocked in my face



I dash before the {*gun shot*



Diss the sister cause you didn't like ya mister



Bust ya ego on down like a blister



The party was packed in fact black niggaz were packed and stacked



Inside of the waist like flap jacks



First of all what you call huh for?



Who's hardcore, I guess grit ya teeth and lock ya jaw



Best all is filled with crooks and criminals



Ill type of characters givin 'em ill subliminals



I astound you from a round that I wrote long time ago



Down this place I figure who would go, the body so cold



Talk about the mind more powerful than anything known to mankind



My flare ass has begun stand clear of the runway



The only way I see it killin me is with gunplay



Yeah many ways off O beatin styles in the raw



Flip the word around now raw spells war



Never could I kill a man to fill a void of prosperous life



He gets burnt like fosfores



To beat the face from the slap of my base aiyo real peace



You're the lamb I took fish from



You underestimate the quest of faith



Destined for a date with O.C. the great



Ha! you are benevolent it's over occur



In-emelent gettin a woman that suck-seeded my feel of medicine



Fuck the ones who adjourned my con syllable I can see



I cop the ogee beats dark style bullets



The world is already full of nonsense



So I contribute to ya conscience



It's O raise up the kicks I'm back into this



Make em feel as though the slappin of a fist



Flip verses, skip curses, dodge hershes



Collect fat purses, stay serviced, above the day



Planet earth for granted a thousand emcees of my sex in inside 'tanic



I'm stickin to my connaince never rap nonsense



The metafore entitled in my table of contents



Life, do such thing as mod it



Out of achievers some still can't wait rock bottom



Talkin, shh, and swalk it for nothing



Walkin up the goddamn tree O slice cold duff



Alas ain't nothing mash it's just fast so what's the object?



It's like No Main Topic







[Outro: Prince Po(etry)]



No doubt baby pop we do it like this uhh none stop



One time, we gotta rock, O.C. for the '94 flavor



We do it like this, sendin your whole carreer to a great



One time for ya mind we goin back to the lyrics with no tricks



It's no spirits with no gimmicks



We do it just like this one time



Uhh the vest is in the vest we do it like this



Prince Po catch wreck one time



With no main topic!



[O.C.]: I break it down like that