Lifter & O!mega - 245

(O!mega)

Staying true to the dreams of my youth, I'm forever stuck in front of this booth.
your rhymes go tic tac my rhymes go boom boom evacuate the room room you a big dude dude, but they make tombs your size too.
so dont think your invincible I'll make your ass invisible.
I'm a cruel asshole who like hitting hash bowls my beats give more comfort than insoles.
I don't mind your insults.
Go ahead stay in your fishbowl, I'll be going around the world setting new goals, giving my people payrolls.
still only giving jah pure extol.
Screw what you were told.
This is the real something you could feel not steal, bigger than a committee when we rhyme.
most now sound silly all the time.
Killed a couple beats that a crime? Im Not home can you mail me the fine.
The Embassy is in full effect take that as a threat, we aiming to start a wreck.
We expect respect when it's our set is set to detonate
Even out of our elements we wilding out like some circus elephants
drop the beat we ain't hesitant.
Only to God I repent, we independent so we only getting cents
L.A. Valley!
818!
West Coast!
Represent!

O!mega, Mega you be killing it son.
(Yup)
O!mega, Mega you be killing it son.
(Yup)
O!mega, Mega you be killing it son.
(Yup)
Showing you how west coast hip hop is done.

O!mega, Mega you be killing it son.
(Yup)
O!mega, Mega you be killing it son.
(Yup)
O!mega, Mega you be killing it son.
(Yup)
Ayo Lift, show 'em how our battles are won.

(Lifter)

You stick your neck out to follow an un followed fellow.
Knowing that half the product out, is compiled melllow.
We looking at the stars like lyrics from the song yellow.
Jotting my goals down on golden post it memos.
Take out the replacement, no portebello's
The fake ghetto pharaohs that walk the path that's not narrow.
We the real shit thats raw, say hello to L&O!
The golden arrow.
I invisioned my dreams and I built something critical.
Heavy lyrical
Lightly spiritual
You call this a miracle
I call this a verbal visual story of my life that's non fictional.
Place a fat cap in front of my rap to come out phat. Relax through a 40 cap.
Snap Back into reality if you claiming that sound ain't wack. If You got our fronts,
(then we got your backs)
Pack a severe dose of crack in every track, so your forced to play it back.
We pay you back with a supply that's fat.
Cover your brain with a cloud hope like a cataract.
My plan of attack is to quarter back a team full of damaged cats. So we can give the hurt that we carry on our back.
The embassy crew, you can chatter that, matter of fact spread the news that L&O!s bringing bangers back.

Hey Lifter, Lift you be killing it son.
(Yup)
Hey Lifter, Lift you be killing it son.
(Yup)
Hey Lifter, Lift you be killing it son.
(Yup)
Showing how that west coast hip hop is done.

Hey Lifter, Lift you be killing it son.
(Yup)
Hey Lifter, Lift you be killing it son.
(Yup)
Hey Lifter, Lift you be killing it son.
(Yup)
Showing how that west coast hip hop is done.

245 we reppin high in the sky
245 every single time when I ride.

245 we reppin high in the sky
245 every single time when I ride.

245 we reppin high in the sky
245 every single time when I ride.

245 we reppin high in the sky
245 every single time when I ride.