O.C. - No Main Topic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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 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 niggas were packed and stacked
Inside of the waist like flap jacks
First of all what you call hardcore?
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 flight has begun stand clear of the runway
The only way I see you killin me is with gunplay
I 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 of prosperous life
He gets burnt like phosphorous
To beat the face from the slap of my base in your grill piece
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 concern I can see
I cop the ogee beats, balance not bullets
The world is already full of nonsense
So I contribute to ya conscience
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
Barkin up the wrong damn 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 the grave
One time for ya mind 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