Tag: Word…Life

  • It’s the principle of it, I get a rush when I bust
    Some dope lines oral, that maybe somebody’ll quote.
    That’s what I consider real in this field of music,
    Instead of puttin’ brain cells to work, they abuse it.
    Non-conceptual, non-exceptional,
    Everybody’s either crime-related or sexual.
    For those who pose lyrical, but really ain’t true, I feel:
    Their time’s limited, hard rocks too.

    O.C., “Time’s Up,” Word…Life, 1994
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  • So why you pushin’ it? Why you lyin’ for? I know where you live,
    I know your folks, you was a sucka as a kid.
    Your persona’s drama that you acquired in high school in actin’ class,
    Your whole aura is plexiglass.
    What’s-her-face told me you shot this kid last week in the park;
    That’s a lie, you was in church with your moms.

    O.C., “Time’s Up,” Word…Life, 1994
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  • The more emotion I put into it, the harder I rock.

    O.C., “Time’s Up,” Word…Life, 1994
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  • I’d rather be broke and have a whole lot of respect.
    It’s the principle of it.

    O.C., “Time’s Up,” Word…Life, 1994
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