[Intro]
[Female Vocalizing]
(‘oooh ooh ohh’)
It’s just different
[Oni O.T.]
Mmm mm m
...different (yeah)
(Vocalizing gunfire)
(Oni O.T.) ‘For the Oni O.T’
[Verse]
My common sense tell me your comment’s filled with confidence
It’s all counterfeit, m’(y) other fits that I’m kinda wit’
It’s astonishment, you’ immense, this embodiment
Present-prominent, Please admit, bro, you cannot win
(huh)
Just needed time to touch on my focus
The blacker roses for those that have been considered hopeless
But don’t condone this-
My wind’s not blowin’ where you arе goin’
I’m showing onus’ petals is just eviction notice
(Hеhe)
This is the last ha-ha
I’ll treat this like a game just ‘cause you be soft
One knocked down is another knocked off
And you cannot play a role if you do not get the part
Yeah, I like to dibble or dabble
But I’m certified boy, I got my credentials from battle
Airin’ out your dirty laundry and get mad when things happen
Can’t get a grip on hip-hop ‘Cause you can’t handle your baggage
Listen-
That’s just some words from the wise
Don’t look me at my face if you can’t look me at my eyes
People like to fear, man, that’s something I despise
Falsifying information will cause us to organize
Can you feel it, Mr. Krabs?
This beat is so hot it’s like a rig from the dab
Both of these fists’ll knock a rib out your back
Complete evacuation when the terrorists attack
Listen-
Yo I rap fast, groovy
But there’s more than one way for me to get off in that booty
I came a long way from bumpin’ Busta Rhymes and Fugees
Now I’m tryna make a way from bustin’ rhymes to making movies
You know it’s comedy really-
I be clowning the Centralia, makin’ y’all look silly
If you really got a issue, tell the boys come get me
I put the paws on ya homie, make yuh dogs sit pretty;
(Hehe)
That’s O-T-A-R-A
Comin’ from that war zone with ‘ella AR spray
Homie, I don’t play no games, this isn’t an arcade
Hoe, these bars in cagata causin’ an-ark-ay
I mean every word that I said
Got that forty over your shoulder
Make you think that you dead
One hit to your chest’ll make your homie fold up your legs
Yo my bar’s like a hoodie;
Y’ ‘m sayin’? Take it from there
(Over your head)
This isn’t your department
Leave it alone
You can’t take it, we can gossip
Go back to your mobile home
I’m proud of everything i earn
You a stigma all alone-
You’re no Mr. Anderson
You’re just another clone
Yeah you need to unplug
The codin’ for your simulation gettin’ all mixed up
All that
Copy and pastin’ with a call-back source
Your system instantly got a virus
We can call that choice;
I see y’all get mad a lot
Cuz my spirit is the bomb
You can call me QAKBOT
My homie told me, “Clean up”
I had to grab a mop
And I stay with that good green, Tell Isaac I’m a Shaolin;
You came up with a plan
You should polish up your skills
Instead of droppin’ your pants
Yo, you’ll fall for anything if you’ll never take a stance
So own your stripes homie, stop holding out your hand
(Bitch-ass nigga)
[Female Vocalizing]
(‘oooh ooh ohh’)
It’s just different
[Oni O.T.]
Mmm mm m
...different (yeah)
(Vocalizing gunfire)
(Oni O.T.) ‘For the Oni O.T’
[Verse]
My common sense tell me your comment’s filled with confidence
It’s all counterfeit, m’(y) other fits that I’m kinda wit’
It’s astonishment, you’ immense, this embodiment
Present-prominent, Please admit, bro, you cannot win
(huh)
Just needed time to touch on my focus
The blacker roses for those that have been considered hopeless
But don’t condone this-
My wind’s not blowin’ where you arе goin’
I’m showing onus’ petals is just eviction notice
(Hеhe)
This is the last ha-ha
I’ll treat this like a game just ‘cause you be soft
One knocked down is another knocked off
And you cannot play a role if you do not get the part
Yeah, I like to dibble or dabble
But I’m certified boy, I got my credentials from battle
Airin’ out your dirty laundry and get mad when things happen
Can’t get a grip on hip-hop ‘Cause you can’t handle your baggage
Listen-
That’s just some words from the wise
Don’t look me at my face if you can’t look me at my eyes
People like to fear, man, that’s something I despise
Falsifying information will cause us to organize
Can you feel it, Mr. Krabs?
This beat is so hot it’s like a rig from the dab
Both of these fists’ll knock a rib out your back
Complete evacuation when the terrorists attack
Listen-
Yo I rap fast, groovy
But there’s more than one way for me to get off in that booty
I came a long way from bumpin’ Busta Rhymes and Fugees
Now I’m tryna make a way from bustin’ rhymes to making movies
You know it’s comedy really-
I be clowning the Centralia, makin’ y’all look silly
If you really got a issue, tell the boys come get me
I put the paws on ya homie, make yuh dogs sit pretty;
(Hehe)
That’s O-T-A-R-A
Comin’ from that war zone with ‘ella AR spray
Homie, I don’t play no games, this isn’t an arcade
Hoe, these bars in cagata causin’ an-ark-ay
I mean every word that I said
Got that forty over your shoulder
Make you think that you dead
One hit to your chest’ll make your homie fold up your legs
Yo my bar’s like a hoodie;
Y’ ‘m sayin’? Take it from there
(Over your head)
This isn’t your department
Leave it alone
You can’t take it, we can gossip
Go back to your mobile home
I’m proud of everything i earn
You a stigma all alone-
You’re no Mr. Anderson
You’re just another clone
Yeah you need to unplug
The codin’ for your simulation gettin’ all mixed up
All that
Copy and pastin’ with a call-back source
Your system instantly got a virus
We can call that choice;
I see y’all get mad a lot
Cuz my spirit is the bomb
You can call me QAKBOT
My homie told me, “Clean up”
I had to grab a mop
And I stay with that good green, Tell Isaac I’m a Shaolin;
You came up with a plan
You should polish up your skills
Instead of droppin’ your pants
Yo, you’ll fall for anything if you’ll never take a stance
So own your stripes homie, stop holding out your hand
(Bitch-ass nigga)
( Oni O.T. )
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