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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