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

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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 sex 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