Originally Posted by One Man Band

The Other Side of the Story

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Im tired of bein split, I might just need to quit
ya know OMB but not who John Nigro is,
i worked hard for this, i spent sleepless nights,
destroyed my brain just for a need to write,
almost six years now since i been pourin it out,
stepped up from freestyles 'n i'm recordin it now,
shit, people think i chase impossible dreams,
woulda never thought i'd rap but it was possible see,
ya gossip is weak, but i aint gonna lose my pride,
i choose my life 'n i choose to abuse the mic,
So yeah… I really spit, and yeah I nearly quit..
but that was at the start, when i was really shit,
'n now ya'll gonna judge me, if ya wanna thats just weak,
fuck please don't listen to my shit if ya just beef.

Hook
i've spit about everythin with the rhymes i write,
now i want ya'll know they guy behind the mic,
You don’t understand, lonely and broken I stand,
'cos none a ya'll really even know who I am..

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people ask me, "OMB do you do what you spit?",
of course i don't, shit no i do it for kicks,
i can rap about whatever, maybe violence 'n greed,
but thats the joy of a mic, there aint no silencin me,
'cos i'm usually quiet, you know, the back a the crowd,
so this rap is my release 'n all the shackles are down,
give me a pen 'n a pad 'n i'll vent when i'm sad,
vent when i'm mad 'n then i'll even vent when i'm glad,
'n my friends'll tell me, i should try 'n get signed up,
but i just wanna rhyme without tyin my mind up,
freedom of speech is something One allows me,
'cos if you met john he'd probably shut his mouth see,
i'ma split personality, confusin i'm sure,
i got two alter ego's, yeah, who woulda thought,
ya'll can call me crazy, say i'm off a my head man,
i'm just tellin the truth, gettin it off a my chest, damn..
I got so much to tell, just hope my throat can bare it
But there's OMB 'n John, please don't compare 'em,
'n don't go runnin’ ya mouth, all sayin ya know me,
Just 'cos ya heard this track, doesn’t make you my homie
I do this for love and for glory, its what im tryna’ implore, see,
So this is just to give you the other side'a the story

Originally Posted by One Man Band

leavin mics pipin hot, flowin till ya writin' stops
buck’s so "choked up" battlin, he might as well be fightin'-cocks.
Spittin-so-lovely, if i'm a cunt, then there's no way this dick-is-above-me
Ya pretty much said all but the words..... just admit-it-you-love-me
Ya names so gay… Buck shot? But you don’t even know gangs
Hey I aint complainin though, at least you realized you aint “DOPE,MAN”
So many posts, hes wack, he knows it, but boasts.. This nerds prey
IM GOING TO WIN... Its simple as fuck.…. just like his wordplay
Nobody feels what ya write, kid, ya only dreamin ya nice
Its sad… im a weedhead and ya rec got more L’s than I seen in my life
This fool claims that he KEYSTYLES all of his many writtens
Ya just makin excuses… that verse took you longer than 20 minutes
OMB’s a useless bitch.. wack as fuck, everything I spit is stupid shit…
^I figured I’d use that line to punch myself… its not like you’re doing it.
This faggot is done, I aint even tryinn no more, ima just diddle daddle fa fun
Think you beat vets..HA!.. cmon man, name the last non-herb battle you won

Originally Posted by One Man Band

i'm lost in a city, i don't know where to begin
an echo of darkness everywhere tethered with sin
'n i can't move, shit not even steppin an inch
'n everythin sinks quicker every second i think
about the lost childhood i wasn't livin before
i'm scared, i'm begginin to fall slippin towards
the shards of a life shattered as if life mattered
i'm drawn like magnets down a time passage
a light flashes white so bright my eye's battered
it's like my minds static tried to fight back 'n
i lie 'n die saggin, with the wieght a my thoughts
cradled 'n wrought with the pain 'n distraught
stainin the floors with the blood of my soul
crimson rainbows, nothin that a love can resolve
i'm stuck in a hole, drownin in the sorrow of sin
don't know when today ends and tomorrow begins...
I just don't fit in, anywhere….. I can't be confined
I wander through the wallowing wonders of my indifference of mind
My soul's a small chemical reaction lost in my brain
My movement's restricted from the frost of my veins
Sometimes it feels that I'm dead even though I survive
Like a need to wrenched with a knife to know I'm alive
Ambition obliterates small steps to my dreams
Cognition incenerates my pleas to be free
My heart continues to beat but I'm fractured and scattered
A confluence of force housed in a rendition of matter
I cry tears that don't drop, move in a vague definition
Blank thoughts keep on slipping while the cursor is blinking