Alpha And Omega - Blackalicious, Lateef, Lyrics Born

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