KENNY OMEGA

Cutting promos like
I'm tryna get the brass ring
Haters get headaches when
I'm spitting, get em aspirin
Swanton bombing on
These niggas off the ladder
Hotter than the VIP spot in
Hell for when Vinny passes
Niggas want the recipe to me
But lack the access
Or finesse or ear to make the kinda shit
These hands be crafting on the regular
Let it never fade from your brain stems
That fuckin with Lewis M. is courting a date with mayhem
I promise
You can't eclipse my hustle
You don't know my struggle
You ain't got 'nuff muscle to move me
Truth be told
When the going gets tough, you fold
I ain't worried bout you niggas
Buncha quitters when them streams ain't really hitting right
Dreams ain't in a vivid light
Perspective
What y'all niggas lacking
Can't find the motivation to spit
Without some label backing
My approach is like Omega at the Tokyo Dome
Liberally handing niggas broken bones

I ain't leaving here without at least a five stars
And a title belt to add to my collection. South Prov
As for who the fuck I am, it ain't no question
I'm HIM
Won titles everywhere I've fuckin been.
I'm HIM
Nah
I ain't leaving here without at least a five stars
And a title belt to add to my collection. South Prov
As for who the fuck I am, it ain't no question
I'm HIM
Won titles everywhere I've fuckin been.
I'm HIM

Aluminum bat politics
why I'm such a hater
niggas that mute the screams
of the populace with a fader
Sophisticated pallet
Alton Brown with this shit
Infinite rage stowed away in every bar that I spit
Guess it's par for the course
Scream into the void within
Til it echoes back into my
Written confessions of sin
Ain't no moments of zen
This a war
Fuck a metaphor
Always feel like my back
Is at the wall of my sanity
The ground beneath me is
Like a bomb bout to detonate
Ticking inside my veins
So, the pain is guessing fate
If I second guess my every step
Walking becomes standing
Standing makes me a statue
My brain is Medusa
To my heart and my soul
Stone crumbles away from us
Wait for the wind pick it up
And distribute the dust
To your Spotify or iTunes
Evidence my voice was real
Until the day it got sealed in a sarcophagus
Buried in my esophagus
Dying whispers spoken in a tongue
I'll never able to translate
My pen is going numb
Shake it loose to get the feeling back
Pins and needles fading
Like the fire I used have my 20's
Find a basement with a mic and a speaker
I promise to fuck it up
Don't you touch that fucking volume
Button until I'm done
Every breath and every wheeze
Of my undiagnosed asthma
Will echo out for forever
Til my body is plasma.

I ain't leaving here without at least a five stars
And a title belt to add to my collection. South Prov
As for who the fuck I am, it ain't no question
I'm HIM
Won titles everywhere I've fuckin been.
I'm HIM
Nah
I ain't leaving here without at least a five stars
And a title belt to add to my collection. South Prov
As for who the fuck I am, it ain't no question
I'm HIM
Won titles everywhere I've fuckin been.
I'm HIM