Beyond DJ JS-1 (Ft. O.C.)

[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 surgeons when they cutting through anatomy
Description when I'm spittin be intelligent insanity
Fender-bending material wreck shit
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