Lyrics Alpha And Omega - Blackalicious, Lateef, Lyrics Born

Alpha And Omega

Sentimental energy the rhythm is a little freedom
For the city in the streets I felt a little bit of heat
They ridiculed the weak they never really getting sleep
I’m clever with it silly people I’m forever going to reek
Having me feeling like this is elementary
For an elevated celebrated decorated G on these beats
Never waiting I’ll forever fade emcees
Tell them 87's grey and in hell and can’t even speak
Say my name my name my name
I make you say the play rhymes with
The way a second grader looks with a paper and a crayon
As I peek I relax into a state of wake and sleep
And I never show no signs of giving up on the streets
Then another fella telling a hell of lyric for his follow
And get a little bit of hell because if you are ever willing to
To be better than the Alpha melon terror instigator
Dwelling in the middle of the elevated-melanin-propelled OG
Alpha and omega from the beginning to the end
The first, the last present, and the past
The future say again
Alpha and omega from the beginning to the end
The first the last present and the past
The future say again
A flow addictive like heroin hard to maintain your girl
Show no shame she only want to bang bang dog
Understandable the way we slang things
Big bang theory we clearly guilty of killing them all
Punks down to one so I’m cutting the nothings
Into to small chunks and the base drop it like a rock
They been beheaded for what they said was legit
And for that they got their head inconsiderately chopped off
Sorry everyone they wanted like John Gotti talk shit
Be the next body to shout about this shotty burnt hot
Cause i be corrupt rupt or will be the part of the days
Of the taurus faster than ferrari keep up
The little money it’s like chop chop karate
Stretch you out like pilates
This beat’ll move your body
Whether the DJ’s spinning or surfing up on Safari
The brand’s synonymous with quality
Quannum apocalypse
Quannum is the moniker the rap Kurt Vonnegut
Japanese, Jewish, and Italian call me Wyatt Earp
Samurai with the yarmulke and a silencer
Blow you full of holes like a colander, a ???
Charlie Manson meets Charlton Heston meets Jim
Henson meets Carlton meets Manson
Oh question incidentally without Quannum
Would y’all even know how to do this independently?
Pure Berkeley stock but I don’t wear Birkenstocks
You got something for me baby, boil me up
Invested in ideas to change the world an entrepreneur
Y’all the best lyricists in the world, that’s a crock of manure
Don’t push it, partner
Earning in my sleep I got pockets in my pajamas
Still rotten and obnoxious still arriving unconscious but stylin'
Still bossing still Quannum Projects