SarCa$t - O-M-A-H-A (feat. Mista Mann) Lyrics

First and foremost, I ain't close to your average rapper
Cuz labeled a MC and most of your favorite rappers
I leave wrapped up, so off tops, nigga, back up
And if you feel the need to, bitch, strap up
Cause mi own assault, on non-stop
Till I topple the charts like Al Qaeda
To twin towers hittin' they mark
I'm apart from most, so in mi part in this hip-hop struggle
Me plot stray, far apart from those
With commercial goals, Got flows
Shit, yes, grab' mic simultaneously
Mic phone's dial tone, then 9-1-1
Cuz me style inflicts felonies steadily
That I spit heavily over the melody
God damn, you telling' me
Me shit sick like R. Kells
Doin' the two-step, urine-P
Hear a little of me influences
Tupac, OutKast, Da Biggie, Da Jay-Z
Others many, especially the Blueberry wrapped
In this swishin' sweet
Please excuse the moment of silence
While I'm high flying on this beat
No, we do not play
We'll f*ck you up with your head laid
In O-M-A-H-A
In the N-E-B all day
Yes, another Greenhouse production
Motherf*ckin' SarCa$t on the track, bitches
In O-M-A-H-A
In the N-E-B all day
Let me tell you right now, I bring me own style
Profile, undergrad, your soul and technical foul
Me stance even different
A little Southpaw mix, two-step slash, pimpin' limppin'
Occupation, just listen, finish this
Heartbeat, no beat, outlining
Chalk, flatlines, slept in dark, repentin
So on beats, I leave you finished
Sentence to the personality, the real Dennis to Menace
Ya good guy, overalls Chuckie with a knife
You spite, cause somethin' really wrong with your life
Shit, I'm hydro, doed blowed bye cloud nine
I do indeed believe this is some good green
But I'm fiendin' on the strings and the shit in the back
Makin' me tap my feet, I'm a track junkie
And on tracks, I scratch off my back
The monkey, I'm rap hungry for you dummies
Who can't even pat they head and rub they tummy
Yeah, that's the definition of a dummy
No, we do not play
We'll f*ck you up with your head playin
In O-M-A-H-A
In the N-E-B All day
GH effect in the house, bitches
Best recognize
In O-M-A-H-A
In the N-E-B All day
I could talk about crushin' your head with a rock while you sleep
Shit, or I could go with the beat and spit some pimpin'
Slick shit, I'ma be cool, though
I'ma sit and blow a blunt with you, so
Give me your lighter so I can fire up this blue doe
You ain't got a lighter an you a smoker you ill
Damn, man, have some feelings
Some niggas be stealin
This some strong inhale it wrong
And it might hurt your nose
And I'm blowin' with you
But, this easily can be a personal
So you really ain't got room to be tryin' to get smart with me
So just pass a lighter and I will proceed to spark the beat
Well, damn, I'm just playin
You don't have to be so harsh to me
Matter fact, your weed smell like some starch to me
I thought you said that's blueberry
That shit look like some parsley
Pardon me
That's just my sense of humor
Dude, you about to catch a few
Give me your lighter
I ain't got a lighter will some matches do
You about a backwards, fool
Aw, shit
Here, I'm trippin
I found a lighter
Now hand me that motherf*ckin
So I can set this whole fire
Ooh, hell, yeah
That smells like some indo
If I had money to buy it, I woulda been broke
Cough, cough
Hold that shit longer then choke
Don't be tryin' to give you instructions
I bein' pro
So you call yourself Mista illest guy in Nebraska
Mr. Mann the Stampede
To be precise, you little bastard
Well, you ain't got get offensive
And calling me names
You done had that blunt for a minute
Why you hogging' the Jane, I just fired it up
Be patient my little friend, and damn
But I don't remember you puttin' in on this man
Why it gotta be like that
I put five on it, got change
Here's a, I'll be right back
Hold on a second, where ya going
To get your change
I wouldn't lie to you, I hope you're not tryin' to
You got my money and my lighter, too
Hold your horses and stop actin' bad
I'm finna go and get your change
From my homeboy, Captain Ca$t
Where you going picking up speed
And walking all fast
You're tryin' to steal my loot
That nigga stealing my cash
I'ma f*ck you up when I catch you
You niggas getting smashed
So I'ma catch you
I'ma break my whole foot
Off in your ass
In O-M-A-H-A
In the N-E-B all day