HOOK:
THEY SAY HISTORY IS CONSUMED TO BE DOOMED-
AND REPEAT ITSELF-
SMELL THE SULFER FUMES..WE THE OMENS BECAUSE WE SPIT THE FLAMES OF HELL.
THE PROPHECY FOREFILLED WE WAGE HOLY WAR-
WRITE APOCOLYPSE IN SCRIPT IN THE NAME OF LORD WE MURDER NON BELIVERS WITH A MIC CHORD.
WE LIVE AS DEMONS RAP THE LIFE OF HEAVENS-
BUT FALLOWS GODS PROPHECY AND LEAVE EM BLEEDEN FOR DISBELIEVEN.

KING OF THIEVES
we waste bullets on ya head...just so we can splatter ya flesh...
we called Omens cause when you step to us...it's a foreshadow to death...
lyrically merked...you a bitch and ya peerz like to feel up ya skirt...
try to fuck wit' us and you get fucked by us...nigga...squeal when it hurts...
the truth has been revealed that you garbage...I hold a glock of steel in my harness...
I'll sit back as the rest of the Omens murder you and then I'm stealin' ya carcass...
we the dopest crew I know of...but can still single-handedly damage mc'z...
we so close...that the chain of command is more like a fuckin' family tree...
we the Kingz of the open mic reclaimin' the throne...
the rest of you laments are clonez who still thinkin' that you safe in ya home...
this rhyme came straight from the dome...and son...it's still hotter than hell...
you been got slaughtered and fell...cause my rhymez are deeper than a waterless well...MUFUCKAZ!!!!!!

HOOK:
THEY SAY HISTORY IS CONSUMED TO BE DOOMED-
AND REPEAT ITSELF-
SMELL THE SULFER FUMES..WE THE OMENS BECAUSE WE SPIT THE FLAMES OF HELL.
THE PROPHECY FOREFILLED WE WAGE HOLY WAR-
WRITE APOCOLYPSE IN SCRIPT IN THE NAME OF LORD WE MURDER NON BELIVERS WITH A MIC CHORD.
WE LIVE AS DEMONS RAP THE LIFE OF HEAVENS-
BUT FALLOWS GODS PROPHECY AND LEAVE EM BLEEDEN FOR DISBELIEVEN.

IM FEELING YOU SON(let me battle the world)

Yo fuck you if you the type that hate M.K.C-
You only want beaf on beat so you dick ride my meat…..
get off me!!!!
There’s no protection from us even if your heats off safe~ty.
OMENS wage war …fans pray our enemies come back safely.
Doubting us is a SATANIC DOPLAR OMEN.
My flow’s predicted HELLA HOT my acapell’s are STORMEN.
I burned you before when I spit- those was universal warnings.
Now its me and THIEVES split- believe this GLOBAL WARMING.
Sun bake these rap fakes till they resemble grapes-
I’ll let you battle (4) my meta(4) to leave you (8).
Most OMENS were written or spitten by the greats-
And since we no different we acquire that for a name sake.
Wear the name as a chest plate…so on beat we our defeat count resembles my heart rate.I put my soul into reppen-
Till we all deceased then rep it in hell or heaven.
My tongues a leathal weapon.to whom steppen-
This your LAST RIGHTS im your DEATH PENALTY… the ref is a REVREN.
you hate us cause we don’t spit the same ol shit-
This like televised fist fight.. the world sees our hits.
Put the game in the figure four till it submits.
Rip-your SHOULDER sockets from your ARMPITS-
strip your tongue out and do it till you scream FOREFIT.
YOU DON’T WANT IT,,,, NOBODY WANT THE DRAMA WE BRING-
specially when I tattoo my emotions to PUNCHlines and go through mood SWING.
How you drop math?brains dont equate knowledge?
But Dissen me and thieves creates an urgency for dentil surgery….
your jaw wired by your cartilage
WE THE ILLEST M.C.'S NONE OF YOU CAN SEE-
NONE OF YOU CAN BE-
WE ILL SEEDS....TOGEATHER FORMING A FAMILY TREE-
OF DISEASE-being studied by doctors so they can acquire phd's.

HOOK:
THEY SAY HISTORY IS CONSUMED TO BE DOOMED-
AND REPEAT ITSELF-
SMELL THE SULFER FUMES..WE THE OMENS BECAUSE WE SPIT THE FLAMES OF HELL.
THE PROPHECY FOREFILLED WE WAGE HOLY WAR-
WRITE APOCOLYPSE IN SCRIPT IN THE NAME OF LORD WE MURDER NON BELIVERS WITH A MIC CHORD.
WE LIVE AS DEMONS RAP THE LIFE OF HEAVENS-
BUT FALLOWS GODS PROPHECY AND LEAVE EM BLEEDEN FOR DISBELIEVEN.