O.C. ft. Prince Po - “No Main Topic (Original Mix)”

[Emcee(s): O.C.]

[Producer(s): DJ Ogee]

[Additional Vocals: Prince Po]

[Sample (Melody): Duke Ellington - “Gong”]

[Intro: Prince Po]

One time. One time. Check it out. O.C. “No Main Topic.” Can you visualize? Where’s your optic? We do it like this, representing, letting you know it doesn’t even matter. Skills and skills. It’s straight up and down, and don’t even ask, “Why?” Check it out. You know why?

[Verse 1: O.C.]

Uh

I never ran from a man unless Clyde

Get cocked in my face. I’ll dash before the (*Gunshot*)

Dissed the sister ‘cause she didn't like you, mister

Bust your ego on down like a blister

The party was packed. In fact, black ladies with

Back were stacked inside of the place like flapjacks

First of all, what you call hardcore? Who's

Hardcore? I gets grit in your teeth and lock in your jaw

Mess hall is filled with crooks and criminals

Ill type of characters giving up ill subliminals

Get nostalgia from a rhyme that I wrote long

Time ago and found this place. I figured, “Who would know?”

The body’s a poem. Talking ‘bout the mind more

Powerful than anything known to mankind. My

Flight has begun—stand clear of the runway

The only way I see you killing me is with gunplay

In many ways and more, peeps die in the raw

Flip the word around, now “raw” spells “war”

Never could I kill a man to fill a void

A prosperous life, he gets burnt like phosphorous

Crooked your face from the slap of my base in your

Grill piece. You're the lamb I took fleece from

You underestimate the quest of fate

Destined for a date with O.C. the Great

Ruling benevolence over a girl named Evelyn

Getting woman to suck cedar my field of medicine

Fuck the ones who adjourned my concern with all-

-out conceit. I’ll cop the Ogee beats

Balance, not bullets. The world is already full of

Nonsense, so I’ll contribute to your conscience

O. raise up the kicks, pop back in the

Disc, make it feel as though the slapping of a fist

Flip verses, skip curses, dodge

Hearses, collect fat purses, stay surface

Above the dead planet, Earth of granite

A thousand emcees of my sex is satanic

I'm sticking to my comments, never rap nonsense

The metaphoric title of my table of contents

Is logic. There’s such thing as modern, out and achieve

But some are still deadweight, rock-bottom

Talking shhh, sparking for nothing, barking up the

Wrong damn tree, homie. Slice cold-bluffing

Alas, ain't nothing mashing just for fashion

What's the object? It's, like, no main topic

[Outro: Prince Po]

“No Main Topic.” We do it just like this. One

Time for your mind, reminisce back

When it didn’t matter. You gotta come with the

Lyrics, uplifting your spirits with no tricks

No gimmicks. O.C. doubly bringing trouble

G, as we do it like this. Ha. One

Time for your mind. Feel it. We do it

Just like this, uh. Main focus on the rhyme

Ha, yes. One time, O-

-G-and-double-E. We do it like

This: one, two, three, four

And I ain’t even do it just like this. Who’s

Behind me? It’s the organisms. One time, repre-

-senting. We do it like this. Who’s inventing? It’s the

O-to-the-C-to-the-E and the extra

Do it like this, uh, for sex-ah

Hahahahaha-ah-ah

Hah. One time. Uh

Check it. Uh. Uh

Uh. Come on

Uh. Uh

“No Main Topic.” Uh. “No

Main Topic.” We do it just like this. One

Time. Uh, uh

Hey, O, no question. We do it

Just like this. Uh, check it

Check it. One time for your mind

We do it just like this. O.C.’s on the

Rhyme. No, no, we can’t

Uh, or should I say “shan’t”?

Ick. O.C. is the sure shit

No question. One time, representing

On the nine-four for the niggas in the South Side