O.C. & DJ JS1 Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Beyond

[Intro: O.C.]

 Yeah...

 Yo Jay...

 Let's take 'em back on some real deep underground shit, black...

 

 [JS1 scratches]

 "I'm O.C. baby, what the fuck y'all thought?" -> O.C.

 

 [Verse One: O.C.]

 Post-dramatic, thoughts automatic

 Breath control is intact even though I'm astmatic

 This a brand new era, now I see things clearer

 I keen, sin in my life, ignorin so called killers

 Mastered the art of war without involvin the broads

 Much wiser than your average rhyme sayers (uhh)

 I forgot to introduce myself, as if y'all didn't know

 O.C. be the name, same shit, different toilet

 Last line was like a chorus, I spit thoughts in orbit

 Circlin planets, come back and see the man in office

 I'm precise like surgeants, when they cuttin through anatomy

 Description when I'm spittin be intelligent insanity

 [???] material, correct

 Ever since I came in the door, O.C. was well respected

 I'll make a beat of elements formin this from the periodical table

 I'm beyond the walls of intelligence

 

 [JS1 scratches]

 "Beyond the walls of intelligence" -> Nas - N.Y. State Of Mind

 

 [Verse Two: O.C.]

 I prescribe antidotes with lyrics, similar to a chemist

 Nor what to put in out to put, mine it work like an octopus

 With eight arms, sixteen bars of arm

 Make up a hundred-twenty-eight bars of darts (Yeah, do the math)

 I compose theatrical bloodbaths

 It's a rare situation rappers wanna do collabs

 I respect a chosen few, it goes without sayin

 With O, put in my time now my aim is to blow

 Even if I sell passgold this time around I'm like

 a stranger in the town, not many raws, I make it right and move on

 ("Intelligence") ("Intelligence") ("Who will use wits to be a remainder")

 Servin 'em love like tennis, scarred is my witness at this very moment

 My poetry crush opponents, aiiyo I fear no omens

 Yeah, I lost love once in my lifetime, to blow off steam I write rhymes

 Phenomenal speak jewels to reach some fools

 Learn now and not later from people, it's bad news

 Dog, I fail to prevail, in this game called life

 No such thing as perfection while you live life

 O.C. and JS One, prodigal sons

 On some Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth shit ("ooh yeah")

 Yo check, I'll make a beat of elements formin this from the periodical table

 I'm beyond the walls of intelligence...

 

 [JS1 scratches]

 "Beyond the walls of intelligence" -> Nas - N.Y. State Of Mind

 "I get busy" -> O.C.