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ks( time ) - ombi lyrics

[intro :]
at times i realize a mind like mine can only spend time trying to find similarities
i try to piece what i’m missing these bars to beats make it hard to see whose guarding me
i’m losing my focus, i’m stranded and hopeless, be d-mned if i wrote this to get the standard condolence, right hand on the notion
that the man that stands to be handed his notice on land, isn’t branded as hopeless

[verse 1 :]
so them tats on your face mean you hard, right?
like you the type to bring them triggers to a bar fight
what a smart guy, gets divided trying to add lines
with them wack rhymes i can tell you’ve had some bad times
if it’s dutch, fine. get to splittin with precision
only nigga trippin off some shit i shouldn’t mention
no golds in yet, but that don’t mean that i ain’t grillin
see the smile on my face, when i’m speakin my opinion nigga

mind yo fuckin business, i’m relentless with this shit it’s
fuckin 20 16, and you fuckin up my vision, do you get what i mean?
theres art in what i’m spitting
you be grillin for the women
boy beef is what you gettin
nigga fuck you

talkin how you livin
give a fuck bout what you gettin
you continue talkin reckless
imma slide in with my reverends
only peace we leave to question
is the eagle from the desert
sit it right up on your necklace

[chorus :]
nothin but nonsense
pray for your conscience
may you see peace from the gaze of the prophets
i would be cautious
cause i am on my king shit
yes, i am on my king shit
cause i am on my king shit
[backwards speech]

[verse 2 :]
adjust my eyes
to stars, aligned in time
to spit these lines of pesticide
to shoe you pests aside
before i bless the minds
call it a desperate crime
these eyes have tried to realize where the real lies
its inside, so imma need a knife, a blunt with a light and a bucket of ice

yeah, sure he’s nice but is he more than he writes?
when he’s talkin 3 letters, is he speaking of christ?
father of night, cause my fits match
grippin the mic, til my wrist snaps
hungry for this, need a quick snack
greedy for greatness, i can say that
never to be taken as a, lame act
sermons complete, bring that b-ss back

[chorus :]
cause i am on my king shit
yes, i am on my king shit
cause i am on my king shit
[backwards speech]
cause i am on my king shit
nothin but nonsense
yes, i am on my king shit
pray for your conscience
cause i am on my king shit
gaze at the prophets

[outro :]
y’all gettin salty, when really i am just seasoned different
speech persistent, type of dude to to leave em bleeding with no witness
gifted with the sickness, i’d be spitting til the canvas glistened
midget on a mission, to the top no matter what the distance
..oh shit
midget on a mission, to the top no matter what the distance
, nikka

- ombi lyrics

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