Omega Supreme

[Intro] Yeah Funk soul, on deck Prince of the ghetto Omega supreme Danger Mouse We do it like this! [Hook] Sometimes I get this feeling (Sometimes I get the feeling!) I got to put it on ya (I gotta put it on ya!) Surprised how I lay my thing down (uhh!) Same MC off of ya corner Jemini, still gifted, still a funk soul You can call me the prince of the ghetto Omega supreme, imperial flow ("Who the fuck is this?") Me, me, ("Conceited bastard!") that's who! [Verse 1] All aboard, my ship is about to leave the port Call the law, man, this shit ain't even humorous And yes, my Pumas 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, shit be tight nigga 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 shit Sometimes I get sperm in my eye 'cause I be on my own dick My rhyme book stay thick Like the hips on Free From 106 & Park used to be Y'all know the dilly, niggas 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" ("You conceited bastard!") (Uhh!) [Hook] Sometimes I get this feeling (Come on!) I got to put it on ya (Yeah!) Surprised how I lay my thing down (How I lay my thing down!) Same MC off of ya corner (uhh!) Jemini, still gifted, still a funk soul You can call me the prince of the ghetto Omega supreme, imperial flow ("Who the fuck is this?") Me, me, ("Conceited bastard!") that's who! [Verse 2] 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 ("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 Murda Muzik murder men The mo', time go by the mo' intense my lyrical flow 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 sen-tences 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 nigga I'm A bad nigga I'm a bad bad nigga" (Lemme tell y'all what it is now) [Hook] Sometimes I get this feeling (uh huh) I got to put it on ya (I gotta put it on ya!) Surprised how I lay my thing down (How I lay my thing down!) Same MC off of ya corner Jemini, still gifted, still a funk soul You can call me the prince of the ghetto Omega supreme, imperial flow ("Who the fuck is this?") Me, me, ("Conceited bastard!") that's who! [Verse 3] I love it when it's my turn And faces start to look crazy concerned They know I'm about to burn baby burn Down 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 niggas down like automatic gunfire I perspire while I show a MC how to holla, follow, have my power locked down Like Rottweiler jaws Don't be appalled at the crowd just because they applaud What they've enjoyed, 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 shit is too explicit to risk it But these idiots love the pain And they ain't really tryna miss it Nigga listen! [Hook] Sometimes I get this feeling (Sometimes I get the feeling!) I got to put it on ya (I'ma put it on ya) Surprised how I lay my thing down (uhh!) Same MC off of ya corner" Jemini, still gifted, still a funk soul You can call me the prince of the ghetto Omega supreme, imperial flow ("Who the fuck is this?") Me, me, ("Conceited bastard!"), that's who! [Verse 4] So check the rhyme with the rhythm Or shiver when I give a Very fat deliver-y The posses only Jemini, me Other MC's is corny, I set ya souls free The baddest born motherfucker 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 shit comin' from way back Beef with me chief I throw the blade to ya nutsack 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 clock the cock of this jock But I, I figga', that I'm a bad nigga I'm a bad nigga, I'm a bad bad nigga I'm a bad nigga And we was singing that