Omega Supreme Lyrics
| Song | Omega Supreme |
| Artist | DM & Jemini |
| Album | Ghetto Pop Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burton, Smith | |
| "Funk soul, on deck | |
| Prince of the ghetto | |
| Omega supreme | |
| Danger Mouse | |
| We do it like this" | |
| [Chorus] | |
| "Sometimes I get the feeling | |
| I got to put it on ya | |
| Surprised how I lay my beat down | |
| Same MC off of ya corner" | |
| Jemini, still gifted still the funk soul | |
| You can call me the prince of the ghetto | |
| Omega supreme imperial flow | |
| "Who the ******* is this?" | |
| Me, me, that's who | |
| [Jemini] | |
| All aboard, my ************p is about to leave the port | |
| Call the law man, this ************t ain't even humorous | |
| And yes, my Puma's is fresh | |
| As soon as I'm stressed | |
| You get steel in ya anus spit from numerous Tec's | |
| Get it right I come to spit flip the script rip the mic | |
| You can get it however you want it | |
| 'Cause I can spit it however ya like | |
| Man, ************t be tight ******* ya might need kryptonite | |
| Man, you say that you want it | |
| So you better take whatever you get tonight | |
| See my problem is I never learned to lie for ************t | |
| Sometimes I get sperm in my eye 'cause I be on my own ************ | |
| My rhyme book stay thick | |
| Like the hips on Free | |
| From 106 & Park used to be | |
| Y'all know the dilly *******z holla if ya really feel me | |
| I'm a cold blooded assassin | |
| And tonight I come to leave ya cipher chilly | |
| "And we must believe that no one will criticize us for speaking honestly" | |
| [chorus] | |
| [Jemini] | |
| Listen, momma said there'd be days like this | |
| Where I'd have to set the record straight on a plagiarist | |
| Who played the fifth row | |
| Had to let the kid know even if he played the fifth | |
| I'd still get in his ass like a wedgie | |
| Ready or not I be lyrical machete that cut | |
| Through bricks and steel 'cause sticks and stones might | |
| Break ya bones | |
| But they won't end the rhetoric | |
| The evidence is in, I'm guilty | |
| 'Cause the verdict is my cleverness with pen | |
| Murder music murder men | |
| To show the privates that they can't follow where generals go | |
| I leave the troops and the battles and the trenches | |
| You succeed with flukes and coincidences | |
| You have no defenses against my sub tenses | |
| I'm all up in the game and you sidelined on the benches | |
| Defenseless against this | |
| From the beginning it was senseless | |
| You bit more than you could chew | |
| It's knocking out your dentures | |
| "But I but I but I but I but I but I but I I figga, that I'm a bad ******* I'm | |
| A bad ******* | |
| I'm a bad bad *******" | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Jemini] | |
| I love it when it's my turn | |
| And faces start to look crazy concerned | |
| They know I'm about to burn baby burn | |
| From the facility | |
| The city'll need a lot of H20 | |
| When I'm finished you'll need a place to go | |
| Face the facts | |
| I flow from the brain to the paper to the wax | |
| Back *******z down like automatic gunfire | |
| I perspire when I show a MC how to holla for the have my power locked down | |
| Like Rottweiler dogs | |
| Don't be appalled at the crowd just because they applaud | |
| When they lockjawed but don't follow yours | |
| Yours was only endured for a minute or more | |
| Until I took the floor | |
| And came through with the definitive raw | |
| The textbook definition of "damn he nice!" | |
| I'm so explosive like bullets bust from ya biscuit | |
| Sometimes my ************t is too explicit to risk it | |
| But these idiots love the pain | |
| And they ain't really tryin' to risk it | |
| ******* listen! | |
| [chorus] | |
| [Jemini] | |
| So check the rhyme to the rhythm | |
| Or ************ver when I give a | |
| Very fat deliver-y | |
| The process only Jemini, me | |
| Other MC's is corny I set ya souls free | |
| The baddest born mother****** ever to pick up a mic | |
| And when I touch the structure | |
| Watch the structure rupture | |
| Clutch ya, might butt ya | |
| Not the type to get down with the baddest | |
| The Jemini status | |
| I'm blunt with the gun so I stomp out ya business | |
| Plus I can dominate ya physical fitness | |
| So witness the Jemini ************t comin' from way back | |
| Beef with me chief I throw the blade to ya ******* for payback | |
| Don't ya try to diss me like a gamer | |
| I got rhymes in the clip plus one inside the chamber | |
| Danger, so ****** the glock near ya jock | |
| But I, I figga', that I'm a bad ******* I'm a bad *******, I'm a bad bad ******* | |
| I'm a bad ******* | |
| And we was singing that |
| zuo qu : Burton, Smith | |
| " Funk soul, on deck | |
| Prince of the ghetto | |
| Omega supreme | |
| Danger Mouse | |
| We do it like this" | |
| Chorus | |
| " Sometimes I get the feeling | |
| I got to put it on ya | |
| Surprised how I lay my beat down | |
| Same MC off of ya corner" | |
| Jemini, still gifted still the funk soul | |
| You can call me the prince of the ghetto | |
| Omega supreme imperial flow | |
| " Who the is this?" | |
| Me, me, that' s who | |
| Jemini | |
| All aboard, my p is about to leave the port | |
| Call the law man, this t ain' t even humorous | |
| And yes, my Puma' s is fresh | |
| As soon as I' m stressed | |
| You get steel in ya anus spit from numerous Tec' s | |
| Get it right I come to spit flip the script rip the mic | |
| You can get it however you want it | |
| ' Cause I can spit it however ya like | |
| Man, t be tight ya might need kryptonite | |
| Man, you say that you want it | |
| So you better take whatever you get tonight | |
| See my problem is I never learned to lie for t | |
| Sometimes I get sperm in my eye ' cause I be on my own | |
| My rhyme book stay thick | |
| Like the hips on Free | |
| From 106 Park used to be | |
| Y' all know the dilly z holla if ya really feel me | |
| I' m a cold blooded assassin | |
| And tonight I come to leave ya cipher chilly | |
| " And we must believe that no one will criticize us for speaking honestly" | |
| chorus | |
| Jemini | |
| Listen, momma said there' d be days like this | |
| Where I' d have to set the record straight on a plagiarist | |
| Who played the fifth row | |
| Had to let the kid know even if he played the fifth | |
| I' d still get in his ass like a wedgie | |
| Ready or not I be lyrical machete that cut | |
| Through bricks and steel ' cause sticks and stones might | |
| Break ya bones | |
| But they won' t end the rhetoric | |
| The evidence is in, I' m guilty | |
| ' Cause the verdict is my cleverness with pen | |
| Murder music murder men | |
| To show the privates that they can' t follow where generals go | |
| I leave the troops and the battles and the trenches | |
| You succeed with flukes and coincidences | |
| You have no defenses against my sub tenses | |
| I' m all up in the game and you sidelined on the benches | |
| Defenseless against this | |
| From the beginning it was senseless | |
| You bit more than you could chew | |
| It' s knocking out your dentures | |
| " But I but I but I but I but I but I but I I figga, that I' m a bad I' m | |
| A bad | |
| I' m a bad bad " | |
| Chorus | |
| Jemini | |
| I love it when it' s my turn | |
| And faces start to look crazy concerned | |
| They know I' m about to burn baby burn | |
| From the facility | |
| The city' ll need a lot of H20 | |
| When I' m finished you' ll need a place to go | |
| Face the facts | |
| I flow from the brain to the paper to the wax | |
| Back z down like automatic gunfire | |
| I perspire when I show a MC how to holla for the have my power locked down | |
| Like Rottweiler dogs | |
| Don' t be appalled at the crowd just because they applaud | |
| When they lockjawed but don' t follow yours | |
| Yours was only endured for a minute or more | |
| Until I took the floor | |
| And came through with the definitive raw | |
| The textbook definition of " damn he nice!" | |
| I' m so explosive like bullets bust from ya biscuit | |
| Sometimes my t is too explicit to risk it | |
| But these idiots love the pain | |
| And they ain' t really tryin' to risk it | |
| listen! | |
| chorus | |
| Jemini | |
| So check the rhyme to the rhythm | |
| Or ver when I give a | |
| Very fat delivery | |
| The process only Jemini, me | |
| Other MC' s is corny I set ya souls free | |
| The baddest born mother ever to pick up a mic | |
| And when I touch the structure | |
| Watch the structure rupture | |
| Clutch ya, might butt ya | |
| Not the type to get down with the baddest | |
| The Jemini status | |
| I' m blunt with the gun so I stomp out ya business | |
| Plus I can dominate ya physical fitness | |
| So witness the Jemini t comin' from way back | |
| Beef with me chief I throw the blade to ya for payback | |
| Don' t ya try to diss me like a gamer | |
| I got rhymes in the clip plus one inside the chamber | |
| Danger, so the glock near ya jock | |
| But I, I figga', that I' m a bad I' m a bad , I' m a bad bad | |
| I' m a bad | |
| And we was singing that |
| zuò qǔ : Burton, Smith | |
| " Funk soul, on deck | |
| Prince of the ghetto | |
| Omega supreme | |
| Danger Mouse | |
| We do it like this" | |
| Chorus | |
| " Sometimes I get the feeling | |
| I got to put it on ya | |
| Surprised how I lay my beat down | |
| Same MC off of ya corner" | |
| Jemini, still gifted still the funk soul | |
| You can call me the prince of the ghetto | |
| Omega supreme imperial flow | |
| " Who the is this?" | |
| Me, me, that' s who | |
| Jemini | |
| All aboard, my p is about to leave the port | |
| Call the law man, this t ain' t even humorous | |
| And yes, my Puma' s is fresh | |
| As soon as I' m stressed | |
| You get steel in ya anus spit from numerous Tec' s | |
| Get it right I come to spit flip the script rip the mic | |
| You can get it however you want it | |
| ' Cause I can spit it however ya like | |
| Man, t be tight ya might need kryptonite | |
| Man, you say that you want it | |
| So you better take whatever you get tonight | |
| See my problem is I never learned to lie for t | |
| Sometimes I get sperm in my eye ' cause I be on my own | |
| My rhyme book stay thick | |
| Like the hips on Free | |
| From 106 Park used to be | |
| Y' all know the dilly z holla if ya really feel me | |
| I' m a cold blooded assassin | |
| And tonight I come to leave ya cipher chilly | |
| " And we must believe that no one will criticize us for speaking honestly" | |
| chorus | |
| Jemini | |
| Listen, momma said there' d be days like this | |
| Where I' d have to set the record straight on a plagiarist | |
| Who played the fifth row | |
| Had to let the kid know even if he played the fifth | |
| I' d still get in his ass like a wedgie | |
| Ready or not I be lyrical machete that cut | |
| Through bricks and steel ' cause sticks and stones might | |
| Break ya bones | |
| But they won' t end the rhetoric | |
| The evidence is in, I' m guilty | |
| ' Cause the verdict is my cleverness with pen | |
| Murder music murder men | |
| To show the privates that they can' t follow where generals go | |
| I leave the troops and the battles and the trenches | |
| You succeed with flukes and coincidences | |
| You have no defenses against my sub tenses | |
| I' m all up in the game and you sidelined on the benches | |
| Defenseless against this | |
| From the beginning it was senseless | |
| You bit more than you could chew | |
| It' s knocking out your dentures | |
| " But I but I but I but I but I but I but I I figga, that I' m a bad I' m | |
| A bad | |
| I' m a bad bad " | |
| Chorus | |
| Jemini | |
| I love it when it' s my turn | |
| And faces start to look crazy concerned | |
| They know I' m about to burn baby burn | |
| From the facility | |
| The city' ll need a lot of H20 | |
| When I' m finished you' ll need a place to go | |
| Face the facts | |
| I flow from the brain to the paper to the wax | |
| Back z down like automatic gunfire | |
| I perspire when I show a MC how to holla for the have my power locked down | |
| Like Rottweiler dogs | |
| Don' t be appalled at the crowd just because they applaud | |
| When they lockjawed but don' t follow yours | |
| Yours was only endured for a minute or more | |
| Until I took the floor | |
| And came through with the definitive raw | |
| The textbook definition of " damn he nice!" | |
| I' m so explosive like bullets bust from ya biscuit | |
| Sometimes my t is too explicit to risk it | |
| But these idiots love the pain | |
| And they ain' t really tryin' to risk it | |
| listen! | |
| chorus | |
| Jemini | |
| So check the rhyme to the rhythm | |
| Or ver when I give a | |
| Very fat delivery | |
| The process only Jemini, me | |
| Other MC' s is corny I set ya souls free | |
| The baddest born mother ever to pick up a mic | |
| And when I touch the structure | |
| Watch the structure rupture | |
| Clutch ya, might butt ya | |
| Not the type to get down with the baddest | |
| The Jemini status | |
| I' m blunt with the gun so I stomp out ya business | |
| Plus I can dominate ya physical fitness | |
| So witness the Jemini t comin' from way back | |
| Beef with me chief I throw the blade to ya for payback | |
| Don' t ya try to diss me like a gamer | |
| I got rhymes in the clip plus one inside the chamber | |
| Danger, so the glock near ya jock | |
| But I, I figga', that I' m a bad I' m a bad , I' m a bad bad | |
| I' m a bad | |
| And we was singing that |
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