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