O.C.: 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.