O.c. – No Main Topic lyrics

[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 flava dude
1: Yo
2: Yo talk to you later man

[O. C.]
Uhh I never ran from a man 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 Hardcore?
Who's hardcore, I guess grittin ya teeth and lock ya jaw
Bedstuy is filled with crooks and criminals
I'll type of characters givin 'em I'll subliminals
It'll astound you from a rhyme 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 flight has begun stand clear of the runway
The only way I see ya killin me is with gunplay
Yeah many ways of war, peep 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 bass on yo' grill piece
You're the lamb I took feast from
You underestimate the quest of faith
Destined for a date with O. C. The great
Ha! The benevolent it's over occur
In-emelent never a woman that succeeded in my feel of medicine
Fuck the ones who adjourned I conceal what all I can see
I cop the O. G. Beats... Nah' it's not 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 herses
Collect fat purses, stay serviced, above the day
Planet earth for granted a thousand emcees of my s** is titanic
I'm stickin to my comments, never rap nonsense
The metaphoric title of my table of contents
Logic, no such thing as modern
Out of achievers some still dead weight, rock bottom
Talkin, shh, and squakin for nothing
Barkin up the goddamn tree home slice is called bluffin
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