Phantom’s Opera - Intellectual

Bring your mind out to the overcast spectrum

[Verse 1: DOA]

Record labels get rich off of cheap artists

You gotta be fucking kidding me, you speak garbage

Sitting ducks, you’re weak targets

My beats hit the streets hardest

Your producer, he alright, but he’s too concerned with credibility

Rappers from the hood, but they have no ability

[?] from the burbs, drop my raps fluently, come with words

All you cats are so absurd

Rap with your head down, don’t run that turf

Face it, dude, I [?] back you up on your little MySpace feud

I would never waste my fuel, while you slowly burn out

But I have returned now

Everything you lack

Yes, I have the nerve now

Overcast is back

Bring your mind out to the overcast spectrum

Ridiculous intensity, I rip into the melody

Perfect with every movement, fluent, that’s the way I do it

Soothing like the sound of a harmonic [?] bombing your stereo

View is airy, incomparable to the average flow

They said oh for the status quo

But they could never hang with a dope ass style like this so they have to know

Isor One breaks it down, bring new styles to the table

Disable fake fables, stand up one time

Out of the deepness of the dark comes a light that grows a spark that in the end will show the start from Adam and Eve to Noah’s Ark

From mind and body to soul and art, the heart is loved, the brain is smart

If smart’s what sets the brain apart from left to right, from light to dark

From dealing in parks in other playground, we’re coming up with the brand new sound

The sound [?] town to make it rain until you drown

The illest in the building, still the realest, leave you feeling sick

Feel us where the feelings catch a cold, will leave you chilling quick

Last up, you’ve entered to the phantom’s opera

Beats rock ya like a full glass of vodka

See, when we lace a track, we demand this proper

Hardcore like death metal bands and rockers

We’re back to the block to command and conquer

No [?] where you move, gotta [?]

A deadly chess game, I’ll be snatching pawns up

You get smoked quick like a gram of ganja

Thinking you up in this, we’ll be lasting longer

It’s harder to compete with the plans I conjure

You musta been trippin’ if you passed this song up

Overcast is back for you bland imposters