Artist: Omni f/ Wildchild Album: Ballyhoo Song: Daily Hustle Typed by: iamomni dot com do exactly as instructed, my super powers hypnotic stronger than any narcotic ,got you caught on my web, and growing inside, they call me simon the diamond eye spins in spirals forming crowds, no ins and outs, for miles indigenous follow reaching regions, alerting the heathens they heard it through speakers, it's the truth the spirits are controlling the preacher the sound of its psychedelic, promoters bring out the medics sorry I had to sell it, gather and watch me tell it now malachi, king of the street, protected by medical better now, bigger and faster move when I let it out take the lion to his castle, he been gaffled release the beast from his shackles, the hungry jackals in the courtyard the peasants pick his bones clean screams from the home team, long live the king, omni long live the family that stands beside me the mastermind of this shit is kept in hiding theyl never find me, though some say they saw sighting but alias after alias I cant be id'd they'll never catch me I'm above the law, the beast in my own belly I do the work of god, what police and them gone tell me war on the streets like hyenas and lions stampeded from the lights and the sirens, obey the code of silence this is for my people up on the grind, the daily hustle omni and wild translating time you'll find whoa all my cats all up in the cut who brings the ruck, when we up in this piece c'mon turn it up non stopping it, c'mon club rockin it, c'mon yes, this is for the streets, keep hip hoppin' it c'mon ones for the ladies, two's the freaks for my dogs let me hear ya on the beat yak speaks with ox, verbalistic verbal ever word will get you in tune similar to second hand smoke of the herbal the streets have been in need for this raw breed heated to a point, like alien acid yes my squad bleeds while others cock block with read we rock the mic indeed hustlin' on the grind, the child who got 5 mouths to feed focus on the boom to the bap, old school bebop we we drop its left coast collapses similiar to graphiti rock when your lounging in the club your feeling g or in your car hearing soliloquies that be flowing publicly defiant, 6 foot 2, similar to a giant after every show, get more press, released than the case of kobe bryant I got flows, plans this niggas got fives, up in the sky but we rockin the beat drops, who got the hives others get the cooties, glancing at female booties once I make eye contact, yes, I'm holding down my duties up on the mic, similar to pied piper with a pipe got cats up in this game for the business, I'm in this for the fight who can reveal to the world who is fraudulent it's the gods that went it's the wildchild that keep your heads bobbin' it. feelin' it this is for my people up on the grind, the daily hustle omni and wild translating time you'll find whoa on my cats all up in the cut who brings the rough, when we up in this piece c'mon turn it up non stopping it, c'mon club rockin it, c'mon yes, this is for the streets, keep hip hoppin' it c'mon ones for the ladies, two's the freaks for my dogs let me hear ya on the beat heres your chance, step it up and understand the reasons, it deepens this even bermuda, triangles old souls, melon head sculls detect sci borgs anything I live for I die for welcome you to my world at light speed, the night breed life without morning stay positive, greyscales balance parallels polar opposites no fear, no eyes, no ears disappear, reappear here stand clear I'm still active, generating massive it's an omni present, wildchild classic this is for my people up on the grind, the daily hustle omni and wild translating time you'll find whoa on my cats all up in the cut who brings the rough, when we up in this piece c'mon turn it up non stopping it, c'mon club rockin it, c'mon yes, this is for the streets, keep hip hoppin' it c'mon ones for the ladies, two's the freaks for my dogs let me hear ya on the beat