Omen really my favorite artist rn all his shit so dope

DON'T READ THIS. You will be kissed on the nearest Friday by the love of your life. Now you've started reading this don't stop this is so freaky. If you read this and ignore it you will have very bad luck. Now put this on 15 songs in 144 minutes when you are done press the space bar and your crushes name will appear in big letters on the screen. This is so freaky it actually works. Posted 3 months ago3 months ago Reply

lil juice

eyes closed (Prod. OmenXIII)

TRIANGLEapex.mp3

just tryna commit murder yo

VIDEO - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnTajO-ie6w

produced by https://soundcloud.com/stillproduction (super flame wow)

directed by cole benzo
produced by cole benzo and Immazoni
filmed by Imma zoni
standing around by St. Sorrow

S/O ATAY FOR COLOR GRADING AND EDITING
https://soundcloud.com/ataymusic/tracks
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S/O JUSTIN FOR FILMING
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S/O ST. SORROW FOR STANDING
https://soundcloud.com/stsorrow
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S/O NOLAN FOR THE PICTURES
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contact me
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lyrics

come my way you ain't about it homie
hear they talking hard, I shout it out that I be doubting fully
scribing that they finna try to plot
you ain't crazy as them anecdotal notes I jot, funny

you can't roll with us because we burning crack rocks 
talk about the cops and imma get to get you got
caution bitch you fucking with the set 
trudging to get wrecked 
I'm thuggin through the bludgeons on my way to running checks  

spirits be the peers mysteriously full of mock woe
they lovin all the summons in the summer cause I'm hot hoe
dousin down the trousers, feel a real one you are not bro
existing like a cyst I need a fist to make it pop slow 

why can't thy, get to keelin over sly like
never can I, tell a motherfucker I like
to sever them heads
blades to they necks
sharin the love, I let my dagger give pecks

I'm just wanting to commit murder
I just want to cut these fuckers stuff em in a burger
see em squirmin I said

stuffing these bluffin corn dogs in my oven
the feds come my shoulders stay shruggin
victim muffins for me, I stay pluckin they teeth
when ya face see me I ain't duckin

I'm just wanting to commit murder
I just want to cut these fuckers stuff em in a burger
every time I catch a body whole squad finna turn up
barbecue them problems cause ya boi ain't ever burn em 
whachu kno about me




crazy motherfucker

commit murder [prod. STILL]

OFFICIAL VIDEO

commit murder [prod. STILL] + MUSIC VIDEO

I'ma die in high tops, R.I.P. in 3M

Crackin bottles, pourin up, I fill it to the top
Rossi in a solo cup and I ain't missed a drop
I might take a shot, you been missin shots
I don't need the law, I don't fuck with cops.

I don't need yo help, I don't need a job.
I just made a rack look back the past was wack without no traffic,
now the moneys comin in, friends gone with the wind,
ain't shit changed, still waitin for the fuckin end.

I'ma die in high tops, R.I.P. in 3M
G.O.D. X Tripple-I, Apathetic Alibi
Balisong lullaby, A.K.A. That Butterfly
A.K.A. That Switchblade, dictate your last day.

Dying Diamonds (Prod. emoarmor)

OmenXIII - XIII Tailed Beast

OmenXIII - WHITENOISE (2015)

_Blnk

OmenXIII - XIII Tailed Beast

Bitch we drown in the blunt smoke, never gun smoke
Just hope if we see you we don't let it unload,
unfold the unknown and leave those stories untold.
Now my money up every single time I upload.

Cut Throat Killa Killa, but you never seen bloodshed,
OmenXIII I'm the King, give a fuck less.
Unless you really got my back when the sun sets,
Sucks when they just wanna come up off your success.

Bitch back up off me, I don't think I know you,
Came up in this shit all by myself like I wanted to.
Who put me on bitch? Can't nobody tell me.
Labels making offers they should know they cannot sell me.

Truth is they don't want the truth, that's true shit,
Ruthless the way I broke through with my movement,
Everybody tryna be cool but it's useless
Dont really give a fuck who you really cool with.
   
Young MISFIT beat the odds, no job round the clock,
no applause when you drop, lil bitch get off my jock,
Why you scared? Better duck, XIII pressin luck,
Comin' through when I want, Everybody know wassup

Tryna live my life, but you can not afford it.
Stackin up these racks 25 city tourin',
Independant by the way, see the difference night and day
I don't need somebody's money just to build myself a dream

creepin through the shadows with new Docs up on my feet,
I don't need to rep a city, why you tryna rep a street?
I don't need no fuckin bitches, stay at home and smoke my weed.
Tell these kids to mind their business, cuz they broke they need to eat.

I got racks on racks on racks on racks and I ain't got no 9 to 5
I got tracks on tracks on tracks on tracks so everybody know I grind
Yeah they see me comin up, & now I see them comin round,
But I'm not so friendly to new faces when I meet them now.

Bitch we drown in the blunt smoke, never gun smoke
Just hope if we see you we don't let it unload,
unfold the unknown and leave those stories untold.
Now my money up every single time I upload.

Cut Throat Killa Killa, but you never seen bloodshed,
OmenXIII I'm the King, give a fuck less.
Unless you really got my back when the sun sets,
Sucks when they just wanna come up off your success.

Drown (Prod. OmenXIII)

RiverKinn
"Reanimate"
Produced by RiverKinn

--------------------
I am beginning to notice a bit of a change
Everything different around me, it's never the same
Stay away
Thinking of ways I can deal with the pain
Never keeping the faith
But I feel like I need to pray

They breaking me down every day
Put my body in the grave
Wait
Reanimate
Now I am nothing but walking remains
Leave it defaced
Grafitti, I'm using my blood as the paint
Nothing to eat
Nothing to drink
Sacrifice everything, I need to wake
Blood on the blade
Money to make
Sell the estate
Picket supporters
I'm giving the orders
My hand full of quarters
I stand on the corner
With that lemonade
Slipping away
Finally sticking them
Making them pay
Sink in the lake
I'm resurfacing back in the bay

Dead inside
It brought me back to life
All the time
I've never been alive
I'm so sick from only being fed your lies
Take a look in my eyes
You see the fire inside
--------------------

@riverkinn

Play Dead MMXVII

KISAMA

Reanimate

BLOOD STAINS (FT. WAVY JONE$, BB SUN & KIRBLAGOOP)

She like this dick cuz that shit ain’t just average
All in her throat cuz I love that bitch gaggin
She like my life cuz that shit ain’t just average
David Blaine, I hit the streets w/ some magic. 

They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 

Sippin and smokin, just some of my habits. 
Habitat, concrete and bullets and trapping. 
Bitch I’m depressed, I could still be a savage. 
Bitch I’m depressed, but I ain’t moving backwards. 

They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average.
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 

I fuck a bitch like a young chiropractor, 
Adjustin her back, & I do that shit backwards
I went to China came back to a trap 
Red hunneds, blue hunneds, all this shit racks. 

Riverside, I put that shit on the map. 
Fuckin hoes, I put a bitch on her back. 
Been had these blades, Now I need me a strap, 
Cuz some niggas be fake and they can’t catch me lackin. 

I Crashed a bike, put a audi in traffic. 
How you gon try to come knock on my trappin. 
Bitch I'm the hacker you know I can tap in. 
I pull yo name, & I’m findin yo addy 

Fly cross the map, just to pop out, I’m ready. 
Bitch I got stripes on yo street like I’m Freddy 
You talkin gangsta, but lookin spaghetti. 
You talkin them grams, bitch you ain’t talkin fetti. 

If you wanna work, cut me a check my nigga.
 I stay on my grind, I don't rest my nigga.
I’m in the streets with the best my nigga,
I’m in these fuckin streets with the rest my nigga. 

4251 be the muhfuckin set, bitch 
Redstar gang be the set my nigga. 
Rappin with me you get checked my nigga, 
Better Pull up in a bullet proof vest my nigga. 

I don’t have to speak when a nigga ask me, 
Bitch I keep it low key in these Riverside Streets 
You b r o k e, fuck beef, 
I just keep stackin up in my own damn sleep 

Everybody know me, know I keep it lowkey, 
Still OmenXIII, black shirt black jeans. 
Everybody know me, know I keep it lowkey, 
Still OmenXIII, black shirt black jeans.

She like this dick cuz that shit ain’t just average
All in her throat cuz I love that bitch gaggin
She like my life cuz that shit ain’t just average
David Blaine, I hit the streets w/ some magic. 

They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 

Sippin and smokin, just some of my habits. 
Habitat, concrete and bullets and trapping. 
Bitch I’m depressed, I could still be a savage. 
Bitch I’m depressed, but I ain’t moving backwards. 

They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average.
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average. 
They wanna taste, but this shit aint just average.

Redstar (Prod. STILL)

Fifty racks on the table, that’s for real real.
There’s no temptation cuz I still don’t need a deal deal.
But If I take it then I’m independent still still.
That’s what we wanted, but this shit don’t even feel real.

I can’t think straight, I got way too many options.
I can’t stress myself out over champagne problems.
But I did this shit myself so I stay I cautious.
I copped my Audi by myself so I ain’t walkin.

It feel so strange that nowadays these people want me.
These bitches want me, I can tell cuz how they talkin.
Shawty fucked me, fell in love, it happens often.
I fuck a lot, I fall in love with all my shawtys.

She know that my feelings really real for her.
She don’t need think twice when I’m chillin with her.
Used to be the one to stress, but now they stressin bout me.
Used to be the next rapper, now I’m next on the scene.

The sound evolving, But I maintain how I’m talking
These labels workin with me, they know they can’t lock me.
There’s other artists, but I know that they can’t top me.
Because we really bout it, we ain’t pillow talkin.

Fifty racks on the table, that’s for real real.
There’s no temptation cuz I still don’t need a deal deal.
But If I take it then I’m independent still still.
That’s what we wanted, but this shit don’t even feel real.

20 racks, I got 20 racks, I need 50 bitch.
RSG, REDSTAR be the gang we in the building bitch.
20 racks, we had 20 racks, now we need 50 bitch.
Independent, we made our lane and now we live in it.

I can’t wait for no one, that shit drive me crazy.
We don’t follow footsteps, now we just create em.
They can’t fuck with me, I already got my paper.
Love me, love me not, I’m not the one to cater.

We work way to hard,
Can’t stress bout the law.
We came way to far,
We can’t stress on y’all

We ain’t movin on,
We just movin up.
We don’t fold for nothin, but now they offerin somethin.

We deserve this shit, should I take what they owe me?
They wanna advise me, cuz they know they can’t control me.
Without the others, I still wake up in the mornin
Now that I see future I know that I want it.

I won’t change my ways,
This just how we play.
We finna run the game,
They play with rules we make.

Some see us winnin and love it,
Some see us winnin and hate it.
I can’t get too complacent, snakes in the grass still lyin, waitin.

Fifty racks on the table, that’s for real real.
There’s no temptation cuz I still don’t need a deal deal.
But If I take it then I’m independent still still.
That’s what we wanted, but this shit don’t even feel real.

20 racks, I got 20 racks, I need 50 bitch.
RSG, REDSTAR be the gang we in the building bitch.
20 racks, we had 20 racks, now we need 50 bitch.
Independent, we made our lane and now we live in it.

Walkin on tight ropes, still I’m never trippin.
I’m bussin down white and I’m sippin on liquor.
Blunts in rotation, just me and my niggas
The times have been changin, I still don’t feel different.

Fifty Racks (Prod. Chris Ray & Curtis Heron)

OmenXIII & Isaiah DeShon - Ride 4 Me (Prod. Chris Ray & Curtis Heron)

We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, You know REDSTAR the gang, RSG.
We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, You know REDSTAR the gang, RSG.

Smokin blunts in a hundred degrees,
Sippin on liquor, we tipsy. 
Flippin packs in a hundred degrees,
Spend that money make it do a 360. 

Bussin down white with the misfits. 
Shawty hit my line, cuz she me miss me.
 I don’t really even try, but I’m different.
I stay busy all the time so I’m distant.

I know it’s my time, look at the whip that I drive.
I never signed on the line. 
Some people hate, they can’t understand the grind, 
I sacrificed my whole life. 

Now I need a bag, my money never talk back, I can’t complain about that.
Two 12’s in the trunk, I need a system that slaps, we mix this shit by ourselves.
I never had shit, now the picture lookin different, and I put everything in it. 
I’m still in my city, still with my niggas that’s with me, RSG really the difference.
Ain’t lookin for pity, that don’t make anything different, if you want the dope come and get it. 
Ain’t lookin for pity, that don’t make anything different, if you want some smoke we can give it.

We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, You know REDSTAR the gang, RSG.
We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, You know REDSTAR the gang, RSG.

We really on the block a hundred deep, throwin shows in our own back yard while these other rappers schemin. 
They don’t wanna fuck around with me, they don’t wanna fuck with my team, we ain’t fuckin with you either. 
When you get to the top, who you think gonna have your back, who you gonna trust with a strap. 
Yeah you talk about bands, talkin bout some racks, 
tell me would you rather have some cash on your head or your head on some cash?

Cuz sometimes strangers wanna help you, But sometimes strangers wanna hurt you. 
Yeah, sometimes strangers wanna help you, Yeah, sometimes strangers wanna hurt you. 

Back then I had nowhere to turn to.
I held it down, all by myself, that’s how I made the rules.
You touch somebody, we gon hurt you. 
We held it down, a hundred rounds, we still invincible. 

We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, You know REDSTAR the gang, RSG. We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, We go hard in a hundred degrees, You know REDSTAR the gang, RSG.

A Hundred Degrees (Prod. Curtis Heron & Chris Ray)

tragic ending

prod. by hertha

thank you

it didn't have to end this way (prod. by hertha)

Chetta - Titanic (Produced by Genshin)@Genshinisgod

[LYRICS]
I GOT MONEY
I DONT GOT HOPE
I DONT FEEL
SHE WANT MINE THO
I KEEP CURVING LIKE RONDO
SMOKE GARY PAYTON
OUT THE FONTO
AND MY SHOOTERS ON GINÓBILI
AND MY CUP THAT KOBE
I NEED 24 AND 8 MANE
THEY WANT SMOKE
IM ON FREIGHT TRAIN
I CANT FUCK WITH NO FAKE ONES
ONLY FUCKING WITH THEM KILLERS
LIKE PILGRIMS
IM ON LEAN NOT LIQUOR
I DONT FEEL NONE
THATS WHY MY CHOPPA
GET IT POPPING LIKE STEEL DRUMS
AND MY HEART SO COLD
IM CHILLED UP
ALL THIS GAS IN MY BLUNT
IM FILLED UP
ALWAYS POPPING THESE PILLS
I DONT FEEL NONE
KEEP ON PRESSING YOU HOES
I DONT FEAR NONE
....YEAH BITCH YOU HEARD ME
PULL UP PAINT DRIPPING WET
DRIPPING PERFECT
I HEARD YOUR BITCH
GET IT WET
WELL I AINT THIRSTY
IM OFF THE TOP
GUCCI SOCKS
PISTOLS DIRTY
....YEAH YEAH

(HOOK)
BABYGIRL WHY IS YOU LEAVING
I KNOW YOU WANT ME DONT NEED ME
ALL IN MY HEAD CHASING DEMONS
SHAWTY IM FEINING
SHAWTY DONT LEAVE ME
I JUST CANT LET YOU GO
IVE BEEN TRYNA KEEP HOLD
DROWN INSIDE I DONT FLOAT NO
TALK ABOUT WHAT THEY DONT KNOW
I JUST CANT LET YOU GO
SHAWTY IM FEINING
SHAWTY DONT LEAVE ME
SHAWTY I NEED YOU TO NEED ME
ALL IN MY HEAD CHASING DEMONS
BABY IM GONE
HOP IN MY FEELINGS LETS GO
IM MOVING OUT OF CONTROL
WOULD GIVE YOU MY SOUL
BUT ITS SOLD 
.... BABY IM GONE

YEAH IM FADED
YEAH IM FADED
YEAH IM WITH IT
IM WITH IT
I GET WASTED
I GET WASTED
WASTE AWAY A TEMPTATION
INNOCENT MY WHOLE
I AINT LOSING MY HOLD
I AINT TRUSTING NO HOE
IVE BEEN MINDING MY OWN


I GOT PROBLEMS
I DONT GOT HOPE
TRUTH HURTS
I FEEL FINE THO
I NEED MORE THAN A LINE HOE
SMOKING SECRET COOKIE
OUT THE POUND THO
AND IM BALLING TELL LONZO
ALL THAT BULLSHIT GONE MISS ME
I GET HIGH NOT TIPSY
BITCH R.I.P. LIL NIPSEY
CAUSE IM FEELING BLUE
POUR UP A PINT OF THAT GOOP
HOTBOX I FILL UP THAT COUPE
SHE WANNA FUCK YES I DO (COOL)
BABY IM COOL WITH MY DEMONS
EVERYWHERE I GO
I GOTTA GET EVEN
EVERY TIME YOU LEAVE
I ALWAYS START FEINING
EVERY WHERE YOU GO
IM ALWAYS UNEVEN
.... YEAH YEAH

(HOOK)


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