In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone In a minute things you thought were tied can come straight undone How about some knocks on wood some so far its so good Any day what you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out To the north and south thats what plates are about Nature has no conscience no kindness or ill will The dreams they had make me sad because of the vibes of them When one girl dreamt a fire in hers and then it happened To me and my family my bros and I were driving The RV bleeding flames us leaping through fire surviving Zoned with no home there was fire all on it Umm let me have my life I want it Im gonna let you know that I said Were coming in kill were coming chill Weve comin in how we will Gone to tell the whole world whats the deal And I say know no critical boarder cuz We do what we want Got more funky styles that my laser jet got font Not one to get over sounding like the norm Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn All we coming with is a little bit of swing And we go on like it aint no thing Omaha stylee did not think there was one Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun But you know we fuck up the dancehall since 1988 Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state Still were down like that Still were down like that Still were down like that Makin the funk that smells of skunk repeat Such occasions occur back in the day It begins youre a raw kid all the way Son of a gun but they you drifted All are endowed but few are gifted At the break of dawn behaving like a spy Lampin in the light the cold world awakens Deeper is the light to open up the sky Look into my eyes see the dialatin Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with man Embedded in our souls it breathes out from this band We always knew that we could Thank you if you too felt we would Not one to get over sounding like the norm Friendly to the radio all that shit is corn All we coming with is a little bit of swing And we go on like it aint no thing Omaha stylee did not think there was one Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun But you know we fuck up the dancehall since 1988 Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state Still were down like that Still were down like that Still were down like that Makin the funk that smells of skunk We will arise explore these worlds and find the grass roots How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew My dude on the one come off like Teflon Rock your shit and you will rise on If youre a farmer outstanding in your field say Do as you will do as you wish follow your bliss say We travel round the world giving it our best Like to see the people dancing and bouncing and the rest The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass We forged the sword chariots of war our battle axe Theres much power in anger but loves a bigger banger Complete props to my crew this is what we do
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