AUDIBLE....

Our whips are fly…see hips and thighs../
Cause your bodies bangin baby and its just my size/
So if you wanna ride… just holla…cause you know how we do/ Them fake kats sit on 17’s… while WE roll on 22’s/
So what you gonn’ do…cause we’re deep in this game of rap/
We aint nascar…but like Earnhardt we makin our fame on tracks/
We got lyrical insite just call us the braniacs/
The Omens is comin through… hunnies screamin like maniacs/
You see us and you like… “aint that…audi and his guys”/
Cause we openen up your eyes ..and we’re letting you peep/
How we do it in cali… how we runnin the streets/
We got Com on the beats and Gucci on our gear/
The Omens ma’fucka in case you didn’t hear/
Cause I is so nice..you got my vocals tied to ya ice/
And you couldn’t see me dawg if I was right in ya eyes/


King of Thievez:

knife-by-my-side ghosts-in-my-heart...
vocalz-have-charred those who stepped too close-to-my-art...
frozen-in-heart colder than ice-in-a-blizzard...
we broke-you-apart dissection by a knife-in-ya-liver...
you known-from-the-start that I won't hesitate to put a gat-to-ya-head...
now you blown-into-parts you know that when you see an Omen you die...but we the type to haunt you after-ya-dead...
you roam-in-my-parts...the nasty streets of Utica-Av.
we'll put 2-in-ya-ass snatch ya jewelz-and-just-laugh...
you doin'-the-math as we jackin' every single dude-that-we-pass...
in pursuit-of-some-cash...
I approach girlz like "hey ma...suck-my-dick-bitch"...
I'ma buck-a-biscuit if ya fuckin'-clit-lips leave me stuck-with-syphllis...
ain't noone in the game more sexually fulfilling-than-me...
bitch...I just proved that you can rape the willing-indeed...
now y'all pretty rapperz can't rhyme so why don't ya sing-to-me...
Omens mufucka Feeb'z,COM, 2%, AT,,audi,and King of Thievez...