Omaha Stylee

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 The people (what's up)
 The people (what's up)
 311
 311
 311 (what's up)
 The people (what's up)
 The people (what's up)
 In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone
 In a minute things you though were tied can come straight undone
 How about some knocks on wood some so far it's so good
 Any day what you think is solid earth can jump up and spread out
 To the north and south that's what plates are about
 Nature has no conscience no kindness or ill will
 But the dreams they had make me sad because of the vibes of them
 When one girl dreamt a fire in hers, and then it happened
 To me and my family my bro's and I were driving
 The RV bleeding flames, us leaping through fire, surviving
 Zoned with no home there was fire all on it
 Umm, let me have my life I want it
 I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna let you know that I said
 We're coming in kill, we're coming in chill, we're comin in how we will
 Gone to tell the whole world what's the deal
 And I say know no critical boarder 'cause we do what we want
 Got more funky styles that my laser jet got font
 Not one to get over sounding like the norm
 Friendly to the radio, all that shit is corn
 All we coming with is a little bit of swing
 And we go on like it ain't no thing
 Omaha stylee did not think there was one
 Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun
 But you know we fucked up the dancehall since 1988
 Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state
 Still we're down like that
 Still we're down like that
 Still we're down like that
 Kickin' the funk that smells of skunk
 Omaha stylee did not think there was one
 Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun
 But you know we fuck up the dancehall since 1988
 Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state
 The dancehall that we come from was a pooltable basement the
 Bud was low key and the records were Jamaican, but uhh
 Such occasions occur back in the day
 It begins you're a raw kid all the way
 Son of a gun but they you drifted
 All are endowed but few are gifted
 At the break of dawn behaving like a spy
 Lampin in the light the cold world awakens
 Deeper is the light to open up the sky
 Look into my eyes see the dialatin'
 Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with man
 Embedded in our souls it breathes out from this band
 We always knew that we could
 Thank you if you too felt we would
 Not one to get over sounding like the norm
 Friendly to the radio, all that shit is corn
 All we coming with is a little bit of swing
 And we go on like it ain't no thing
 Omaha stylee did not think there was one
 Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun
 But you know we fucked up the dancehall since 1988
 Many did not think when they hear that we come from this state
 Still we're down like that
 Still we're down like that
 Still we're down like that
 Kickin' the funk that smells of skunk
 We will arise explore these worlds and find the grass roots
 How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew
 My dude on the one, come off like Teflon
 Rock your shit and you will rise on
 If you're a farmer out standing in your field say "ugh!"
 Do as you will do as you wish follow your bliss say "ugh!"
 We travel round the country giving it our best
 Like to see the people dancing and bouncing and the rest
 The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass
 We forged the sword chariots of war our battle axe
 There's much power in anger, but loves a bigger banger
 Complete props to my crew 'cause this is how we do
 Omaha Stylee