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Omen Left
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#13,805 in subgenre
Peak #100
Charts
Peak #370
Author
OmeN Left/beatsworth for the beat
Rights
beatsworth for the beat...havoc
Uploaded
April 09, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
let me catch ya fever i got ya flavor
word is bond bringing death to my neighbor
im annoyed i got a void i cant fill
snorting oxy pills i got a nerve to kill.. but still
im looking for direction an honest road to walk
i only see bars n locks n chain gangs breaking rocks
my lifes in a shock i try to block out the pain
but mazzive dropped the terror overdose brought the rain
gray cloudy days are fogging up my view
no electric avenue both my eyes are black n blue
i lack any focus im more wild than jokers
stealing from panhandlers and wall street brokers
bad lucks my best friend next to my left hand
my next step is in quick sand i need a get rich scam
losing grip with reality the world's a blur
im going stiry crazy cut my self up with spurs
i try n fight the addiction but its knife to my throat
tie a rock to my feet n jump off a boat
i cataploted jumping through streets
looking for victims on the cold concrete
the streets are paved with gold at least my victims are
i spar with an evil that aligns with the stars
pentograms, the son of sam, and jeffrey dahmer
the star of david, saddam hussein the dalhi lahmer
theres nothing calmer i'll unload shots in a priest
to bring inner peace to the mentally diseased
annihalating sounds ground my ears to the ground
lost and found anxiety makes my heart pound
crown me the prince i did two dark tour stints
leaving hints in kinks detect the transparent prints
pulled a blade today on a kid on a swing
left a sting in his parents now whos the king
power fuels my binges like booze in a bum
i'd kill you for a nickle or just kill you for fun
its over when its over so nigga get a grip
i'll leave you more lifeless than the mic when you spit
ka klick klack heres a slug in your back
acting like a thug dubz gonna catch a smack
its a fact your a bitch kid you couldnt mack
smoking crack with your mommy sucking on her gat
think your rhymes a phat son you aint even that
you punk mother fucker meet your maker
