(feat. Dj Js1)



[Intro: O.C.]

Yeah...

Yo Jay...

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



[JS1 scratches]

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



[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]

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



[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]

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

[O.C] "I get busy"