Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beyond, artist - DJ JS-1. Album song Ground Original, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.02.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ground Original
Song language: English
Beyond |
| Yeah… |
| Yo Jay… |
| Let’s take 'em back on some real deep underground shit, black… |
| I’m O.C. |
| baby, what the fuck y’all thought? |
| →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 |
| Beyond the walls of intelligence →Nas — N.Y. State Of Mind |
| 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… |
| Beyond the walls of intelligence →Nas — N.Y. State Of Mind |
| I get busy →O.C. |