O.C. & PF Cuttin - “Beneath the Planet Apes”
[Emcee(s): O.C.]
[Producer(s): PF Cuttin]

[Verse 1: O.C.]
Uh
Potato on the .38 when it pop
Muffle the flame, comp’ stumble in pain—that’s what you
Get for your dumb ass entering a forbidden zone
Beneath the surface, I move like who’s so
Bold to risk life and limbs?  Odds below survival
I’m Drago, putting in blows to Apollo, yo
Distant wails from the jungle at night from primates
Lurking in shadows, camouflaged out of sight. Test the
Perimeters frightened, the word shit is sinister
Symbolic to horror, sci-fi cinema
Eerie, you have the right to feel leery
Quote by the R in regards to “Lyrics of Fury”
Some claims ain’t what appears to be, only rants
These rappers playing games, and I can’t stand for anything
Gold’s with everything, seeping through the cracks, makes it
Possible for the foundation to collapse
So when them floors pancake on top of one another
It’s a zero percent chance them bodies get recovered. Word
To mother, this ain’t wolf tickets I’m selling. When them horns blow
Man, it’s on, and this is what I tell ‘em, yo
[Hook: O.C.]
Grace bestowed upon all my travels. Near
Far beneath, or above ground, I am the chosen one
Heed the protocol. A ghost sword I hold passed
Down the line to me in accordance by the older gods
For reasons written in scrolls, I hold a torch
Forging another chapter so others can keep it going

[Verse 2: O.C.]
Check it
Strength of a dolly, hot as wasabi directly
Placed in your eyes when I burn a novice, docking
Number 700. God Bodies hard-body, in abundance
Hear the (*Explosion*), the ones nearest bear the brunt of my wrath
A mean jab clenched inside of my fist, blade leave a
Mean gash, my game of poker leave ‘em soaking
Iller than grey gorillas guarding King Solomon’s mines
That mutated due to volcanic environments
Disturbed echoes chiming in the wind, violence
Wipe prints off the burner after firing it
(*Gunshot*) Deep in the bowels of the underground is where the sub
Bass shakes the surface ‘cause true heads thirst for it
So fuck FEMA. You rely on the Feds at times
Of disaster to respond? You’re better off digging
Them graves yourselves ‘cause only the strong prevails
Master chi from laying on a bed on nails
What that entails is that my will’s not frail, and the
Proof’s in mystique, no façade or ice-grill, the truth
What lies beneath skin and bone is a spirit that’s
Free to roam, haunting like a voice through a speakerphone