Most of u wont remember me... thats coo.... for those of u who do, yes im still writin, still rappin but more on the audio side..... and yes def still battlin....so without further.... ima start off a lil hard


New piece called Animation...already on audio...... i took the concept of cartoons and well put it all in a piece and just applied wordplay....true wordplay


Check.....


Im tired of MCs comin with weak shyt//
Ill tell these fake cats eat garbage like Heathcliff//
They pollutin the game where they live at//
So Ima treat these niggas like the Grouch and dump where they live at//
Talk about ya heater man//
Ill knock u so far in the sky, ull Neverland like Peter Pan//
….Lifes a bit sweeter man//
Chics call me Family Guy, I gotta big Peter, man!//
She movin like a slinky in the rain//
Wanna take over my world like Pinky and the Brain//
She down for anythin cuz she kinky and insane//
So open minded, I could put my Pinky N’ the Brain//
But, I aint messin chics that love money//
And gold diggers lookin for Karats like Bugs Bunny//
But, I still give em a hug, sunny//
Cuz Im Winnie the Pooh, always messin with some Honey//
…Yea, I fuck till they run from me//
Dick in they lungs, give em the runs till they run funny//
Its, Oz and Omega ya dumb dummy//
The story about ya boy and his dawg like Doug Funnie//
U talk about guns but ya praisin ya mommy//
U aint Stew Pickles, u aint never raisin the Tommy//
Or, blazin a body, engagin the shotty//
…Ur Johnny Quest how ur always hangin with Hajji//
Tryin to, be terrorist and hang on the block?//
U aint no Flintstone nigga, u aint slangin the Rocks//
Ya raps is Boo Boo, u sound ass nigga//
Ur Sideshow Bob, u a clown ass a nigga//
Earthworm Jim underground ass nigga//
U *whomp-whomp-whomp-whomp* Charlie Brown ass nigga//
….Yea, Omegas comin at ya really quick//
For really, really Im illy, niggas wonderin will he quit//
Smokin like a Philly in Chile, really, hes really sick//
He silly with a Daffy Duck flow, comin with silly spit//
Shyt, yea Im hung like dreadlocks//
Im Bam Bam, when I sex - make the Bedrock//
In my Redsocks, thinkin of baseball//
Then a nigga was out, thinkin of baseball//
But baby girl was a football head//
Hey Arnold on the broad, got Football Head//
Yea, I stay chillin barely nervous at all//
While ya boy stay smokin on that Kermit the Frog//
Awww, told baby Im cummin in slow puddles//
She callin me a Lion King with no Jungle//
…She can swallow the cum with no trouble//
She a Powerpuff Girl… baby can blow Bubbles//
.....Yup, Im in the lab spittin textures//
Lyrically the Boy Genius, Im Dexter//
Yes sir, I school kids till next term//
Magic School Bus, come get a lecture//
U got ice?, make it cold in Spring//
Im Sonic, on quest for them Golden Rings//
…….I heard Nelly say he hold them things//
Call em Alvin, Chipmunks are supposed to sing//
These cats aint pimps, they fake and absurd//
……Really they Sylvester…. chasin the birds//
Yea, I spit fire as Im statin my words//
Treatin yall like Smithers have u waitin for Burns//
U in a war? Well u gotta show me proof duke//
Goofy ass dawg aint a Soldier, he a Goof Troop//
…..Shoot, N.E quick to shoot too//
Pop guns, pop smoke like poof poof//
...............Babygirl so ready dude//
She half white, half black like Betty Boo//
Im her Barney Rubble, she my Betty Boo//
Yea I sleep with her....like a teddy do//
I got her checkin on my goods//
She Woody Woodpecker…..how she always peckin on my wood//
Oz got the mac bringin hell//
Ninja Turtles, leavin dead rats with the shells//
…………….…Heh, See Im a Looney dude//
With a Looney crew, spittin Looney over Looney tunes//
U cant stop my flow//
Im Popeye, with the greens in my hands Im unstoppable//

NUKKA!


fed on 1st Keystyle by Fame Iz and The Cutting Edge