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Omari's Lament Lyrics - Artist : Stalley
I'ma try to go there where those eagles been
This for the people trying to grow before their story ends Tumbling verbs that travel better with this pen Crumbling herb to the crackle of the record spin I'm type writing again I'm type fighting with a pen I'm the type might be biting on my own skin Scrapping with my own sins 15 rounds for the win But I can feel me losing my wind Just got knocked down again I can see the sun turning brown I can see the daylight coming to an end I can see all the son's colored brown so I stay in to fight for them Till a nigga start to spin just like Sugar Ray might one to two to my chin But got another round got to make a comeback somehow Make a new sound like real hip hop been Till I be the one on the attack just like Clay might even before he was Muslim Till they call me Rudy Ray Dolomite I'm holding it down for you slim God bless the holy Blacksploitation like I'm a Gordy Foxy Brown with my skin till it's glowing Don Corleone Don Quixote I'm a man of La Mancha get on before we on Like I'm Wiley coyote screaming Who Shot Ya? Road running with a poem rocking Big Poppa Like it's an opera Shit 'My Way'? Call me Frank Sinatra Call me style-y Brodie Underneath the bode breathing with a stogie Humphrey with this bogey But on the back nine I went for broke G' Putting for par especially when you owe me Fuckin' with these stars till they all know me I used to pay rent to the car now I drive that bitch slowly Slowly Slowly... |
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