Artist: Omni f/ Aceyalone Album: Batterie Song: Golden Typed by: iamomni dot com [Aceyalone] omni [Omni] yeah [Aceyalone] what it do? [Omni] you know [Aceyalone] alright let's get it done [Aceyalone] we stay ground like ??? got a aim like oswald mic jack 'em off the wall I'm glad I'm not as soft as ya'll this is for all of ya'll who didn't see it coming you, your partner, your people, your funky ass woman let it be known we on some world wide deep and wide keep it tight freak the mic I can barely sleep at night I mean I'm sleepin' light anphetamines, dopamine you ain't got no choice but let it slip right through a opening that's why I'm focusing on spittin' it in a real way I'mma have a field day until they get they shit together or that's not what we settle for signed, sealed forever yours soldiers in this war from the city to the suburbs overseas to inner sticks hell yeah we in the mix and you on some chicken shit dumb shit bullshit bumbaclot biya I'm a-c-e-y alone with the free eye yeah [Chorus] [Aceyalone] they try to step the plate but they don't want none try to get a piece of the cake but they don't want none try to test the golden state but they don't want none I'm on some come if you can or just don't come they try to step the plate but they don't want none try to get a piece of the cake but they don't want none try to test the golden state but they don't want none I'm on some come if you can or just don't come [Omni] I'm at it again I caught my second wind I got the city crackin' like niggaz and mexicans welcome to california where the women and weed emcees, gangstas and criminals shit you wouldn't believe it's going down in the streets you gotta hustle to eat these niggaz prey on the weak just to stay on they feet people listen to me when I speak so I tell 'em uncock the heat when I rock the beat get a crippled nigga out his seat check the resume let me show you how to emcee this is legalized dope international everywhere I'm ??? buy it in bulk no collateral can't fuck with my calvary I'll drop a quarter on you from a twenty story balcony blaaaw you get a hole in your head a fuckin hole in your head I put you in the back and hide your skull from the feds all the witness saw was a dread five blocks from the hash box stash box in my bubble jacket pad lock bad cops we call 'em matlock in bat talk heading down the coast with the jackpot [Chorus] [Aceyalone] but they don't want none but they don't want none but they don't want none oh just don't come