O.c. - Brainstorm/P.S.K. (No Gimmicks Remix) lyrics

Now we found out, some time ago that if you take a whole group of really Superbad dudes, and hang em in together they'll make some music whether or not Somebody else thought it was hip or not You know, they be OK You dig? Somebody's got to start it [Hook] Release the brainstorm to make something kind of lyrical A strange form something kind of lyrical [Verse One: O.C] Blowing up Spots from State to state O.C. is coming to town (But they just can't wait) It's like me against anyone First full verse is spontaneous, combustion thrusts me No rapper can dust me Bounced upon the scene with a theme, Word...Life I cut fantasy out cause I differ from a dream Wisdom lies deep in my molecules, you a**umed I fell victim to, hip-hop blues You way off I stay on tour often rockin spots On the California coast, range you know back to Boston Enforcin my theory, leavin rappers teary-eyed Fly most who came and thought they had stride You accustomed to cussin and bluffin fussin for nothin Half of y'all crumbs are just soft like muffins I bake, masterpieces, sharper thesis Y'all candy coated motherf**ers stink like feces Needless to say, are these running shoes yours? You retreated when I gave out head for wars My microphone set is immensely brick wall Solid in and out you slept so now snore Who got my back, you ask Lord and BlastMaster Unorthodox, combinations from the masters Mics I menace, when it's finished You get an understanding of what we bringin, no gimmicks [Hook] [Verse Two: Lord Finesse] Blowing up Spots from State to state Finesse is coming to town (But they just can't wait) My decision is precision, I'm ill in ways you can't vision I got n***as worshippin Lord Finesse like religion You can't f** around, you're kiddin You don't want no collision, you better fly South like a pigeon Good riddance, I flip flows you can't imagine I break down your Flintstone style, into fragments So pay attention to the man rappin Don't think that it can't, I'm livin proof, it can happen I reign supreme logical, verbally, I drop it in ways That you never dreamed possible So lyrically, I personally figure That my Harvard style, is too deep for you nursery n***as When I clutch the mic, I'm comin rough and right I build more than them workers on construction sights I'm sk**ed at it, I'm Illmatic So yes answers your question if you ask me do I still have it I'm the realest, the illest Comin out the woodwork, like them h*mos in the Village But seriously, I'm got the remedy If I's at the bottom of the toilet You n***as still couldn't sh** on me Originally, it's the same the vet I'm on that get rich list, but they didn't call my name yet I make it special like a prom night I bomb mics While other brothers are old news like Walter Cronkite It's critical, you got these Xerox individuals But word life, it ain't nothin like the original I wreck kids, that's my theory and perspective When it comes to hip-hop, I'm on the case like detectives You better step to the next man Cause the greatest soccer player couldn't kick it like Finesse can [Hook] [Verse Three: KRS-One] Blowing up Spots from State to state Da Teecha is coming to town (But they just can't wait) This is the scientific extra-prolific terrific Mystic simplistic metaphysic, no gimmick type lyric When you hear it or hear me, runnin through the scrimmages You see images, affecting your sight to make you go (Yo there he is! No there he is!) No here he is Rockin your superiors, in your hardest area Your lyrical sk**s are inferior It's because your video that they cheer for ya I'll take care of ya, quickly, cause I cannot take it Your weak head needs to be decapitated Cause you fake it If your heart was caffeine, well you're now decaffeinated You scream battle but it's the end of your career You anticipate it, I hate it Career ended, how splendid For wack MC's I come doctor recommended Haha! You know wha**up when Lord Finesse up in the piece All you wack a** rappers better go rewrite your album O.C. in the house, KRS in the house, yeah New York style in the house, yeah BDP crew in the house, YEAH...