Moss The Fireman – Omen Lyrics

Omen Lyrics By Moss The Fireman (feat. Vader the Wildcard)

Olubadan
I be like “Oh, man”
Never sticking to the program
All the evil I’ve seen in my notepad
I’m just thankful to God that he went and cancelled every omen
Every omen
Young boy with the mind of an old man
Had to sever my ties with some old friends
Because whether they love or they hate you, my n****
Sometimes, man, this shit still makes no sense

It makes no sense
It makes no sense
But we back to the sacks, like we Goldman
Me and Audio, we the new dopemen
Keep it packed in the booth, like we moving dope, man
Cause we moving dope, man
Keep it packed in the booth, like we moving dope, man
Cause we moving dope, man

I don’t wanna hear nothing from none of y’all
Tell em be quiet
Man, this the type of shit that get you into clinical overalls
Cause of death, unfair exposure to lyrical overhaul
Got me swinging like a tomahawk
Just tryna cut time for telling my story
Cause before, I was chilling in the background
But I’m back now, and I promise
N***** will never ignore me

Cause y’all dunno what it was like
Living this life
Even coming from this city
I might just add it to the equation
Thankful for my patience
Cause we been on a low but now we on a rise
My only gang is my guys
I took the better advice
So if they ask me if I paid my dues
Man, I got it settled for life

Yeah, man, I got it settled and checked
I’m more worried bout y’all who stay settled in debt
If I had a price on my head, I would dare you to come and collect
Y’all prolly be ending up dead
I say that shit out of respect
Or maybe reckless neglect
Cause I’m too busy tryna put shit in effect

Cause I sowed a dream, then I had to go chase it
Less than gracious on the path to greatness
But i’m to the tracks like we back to racing
Just relapsed from the fact that we steady aging
So its back to the lab with the steady cases
We still packing the jabs, never pulling nothing
But if we back to the lab, that’s some steady pacing
Took it back to the past, now we back to basics

I be like “Oh, man”
Never sticking to the program
All the evil I’ve seen in my notepad
I’m just thankful to God that he went and cancelled every omen
Every omen
Young boy with the mind of an old man
Had to sever my ties with some old friends
Because whether they love or they hate you, my n****
Sometimes, man, this shit still makes no sense

It makes no sense
It makes no sense
But we back to the sacks, like we Goldman
Me and Audio, we the new dopemen
Keep it packed in the booth, like we moving dope, man
Cause we moving dope, man
Keep it packed in the booth, like we moving dope, man
Cause we moving dope, man

It’s Vader
Fuck it y’all n***** be quiet
I’m bout to do this shit twice yeah
I don’t believe that I overdo
I just do more than the required shit
Shooting shots on my 3-pointer n**** steady killing that pie shit
N***** too busy with likes and comments, they ain’t even notice the power shift
Boy I’m all about the bars shit
Lyrically raising the bar shit

Didn’t do well with my first blunt so a brother hardly getting high shit
I give you reasons to hate, you welcome
Whenever you look in the mirror with dangerous thoughts
I’m the one who appears when you beckon
I’mma let that marinate for a second
It’s lyrical exercise in progression
I’m bout to teach all these n***** a lesson
Eastern killer iller than n***** spitting the jibber-jabber kicking words like it’s Tekken

But wary of being dubbed the Messiah
of rap, it’s funny until it backfires
Even if you didn’t call yourself the savior the last thing you want to be called is a liar
Young enough to be called a schooler
Old enough to bag a cougar
Smart enough to recognize that no dream has been worthy since Martin Luther
Maybe it’s cos we’ve been sleeping less
Stay woke and witness the limitless
We zombies in daylight addicted to brains and the drugs wey dey limit sense

I be like “Oh, man”
Never sticking to the program
All the evil I’ve seen in my notepad
I’m just thankful to God that he went and cancelled every omen
Every omen
Young boy with the mind of an old man
Had to sever my ties with some old friends
Because whether they love or they hate you, my n****

Sometimes, man, this shit still makes no sense
It makes no sense
It makes no sense
But we back to the sacks, like we Goldman
Me and Audio, we the new dopemen
Keep it packed in the booth, like we moving dope, man
Cause we moving dope, man
Keep it packed in the booth, like we moving dope, man
Cause we moving dope, man