No Main Topic lyrics

Artist  : Oc 
Song : No Main Topic



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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