Omnisyllabic track 09
"Hard Times" lyrics
verse:1
I heard the GOP say we all moochers and shit/
like how dare we ask for food & better schools for our kids/
We pay our dues, all glued to this myth/
that, with a little discipline, you too can be rich/
You too can push a 6 with 22s on the whip/
if YouTube is your invention or ya drew up a print/
with Harvard students or ya threw it all on roulette & hit/
but you ain't go'n risk losing that little loot the ya get/
Ya see, the truth of it is: Times are gettin' harder/
Gotta beg, steal, and borrow just to see tomorrow/
Must appease ya sorrow but there's more debt for us/
The rich getting richer makes the poor get poorer/
Struggling, juggling jobs to keep your coverage/
Nada but some Bufferin popped to ease ya sufferin'/
Ah- but these Republicans robbin' us of sustenance/
Out of 100, 99% of the public is.../(Having Hard Times)
verse:2
We watch rap videos with semi-clothed vixens in ice/
Pouring Cryst with wrists glistenin' like "This is the life"/
Flyin' fresh on private jets, never missin' a flight/
It just isn't like the average citizen's plight/
You're workin' back-breakin' labor just to switch on a light/
Savin' everyday to get your kids a new bike/
Workin' late-shifts missin' givin' kisses goodnight/
That's why I give ya all I'm gifted when I pick up a mic/
Ya make sacrifices- Be glad that you have ya vices/
Spark up a light and get high as the gas price is/
Okay, that's bad advice if you can handle the stress/
but, if its more than you can manage, keep ya damage in check/
Keep ya hands up on the challengers and jab 'em with lefts/
I don't ask ya but to stand up and demand your respect/
Its no secret yall don't sleep at all/
Ya not alone, oh no, 'cause most people are.../
verse:3
I tried to smash through this glass ceiling- They made it of plexi-glass/
I bounced back with nobody to catch my ass/
Forever rash so every plan's on gettin' scratch/
Bet on that 'cause in rap there ain't no severance pack/
Sell that heavy backpack full of records fast/
Cash the check and get the heck up out of the 2nd class/
'Cause in this rate race you pass or ya gettin' lapped/
I left the path to make up time in the 2nd half/
Press the gas and never glance at the F-ing dash/
Pedal mashed- That's my ass if I ever crash/
I take a beatin' like heavybags from Everlast/
and take poundin' 'cause down is somethin' I never back/
I've been to Hell & back- Scratched off my epitaph/
You bet your ass Im a master at any task/
Pick any track- Every rap spit is set in fact/
So if you ask "Whats the happs" then perhaps I'ma tell ya that.../ I'm (Having Hard Times...)

Omnisyllabic

Hard Times

Omnisyllabic track 08
"Come Over" lyrics
verse:1
Just got home about an hour ago/
Dirty mind but I'm showered though/
Tryna see if ya wanna smoke/
Im holdin' that sweet & sour 'dro/
I know your favorite flower's the kind ya roll/
up- Gitty up, it time- Let's go/
Dont mind if ya wanna say "no"/
That's fine- Just gotta let me know/
But if "yes" then ya best step quick/
Send a text- No question/
I'll order Jets and get dressed then/
No strings- No stressin'/
I got breadsticks, and NetFlix,/
sex tricks 'til yo legs stiff,/
all the things that I've mentioned,/
plus affection, and the best dick/
Ya wanna cuddle up? I'll be ya cuddle buddy/
We snuggle under the covers hugging,/
rub ya butt gettin' lovey-dovey/
or we can get fucked up 'til we're fuckin' ugly/
Just get blown 'til ya tongue is numbing/
Just do uhhh- We'll come up with something/
When the sun comes up, you can touch & love me/
or sneak while I sleep and think nothin' of it/
verse:2
Hola, mija- Its Teek again/
Ran to the store- Got Seagram's Gin,/
those fruity little things that you drink with friends/
or at least that skeez that you thinks ya friend/
Deep dish pizza with some wings & sticks/
No anchovies- Whatcha think this is?/
No work tomorrow- I'm sleepin' in/
so seek ya keys- Ill see ya in 10/
Forget your makeup- You don't even need it/
'cause your eyes are bright and cheeks, when cheesin',/
are like the moonlight off the Lean in Pisa/
or like no seeds in the greenest cheeba/
Please believe it- Whatcha think, I'm teasin'?/
I dont play with my food, I eat it- eat it/
Like a healing preacher, make ya scream for Jesus/
"With the power in me, we release these demons!"/
{Yeaaaah......}/
 Now throw ya coat on and grab ya shoes/
Warm ya whip and dont forget/
to turn out the light in the bathroom/
If you have some weed- I'd be glad to match you/
Got a pack of Zig-Zags and a stack of snack food/
Matter of fact, Blacks- My pad has that too/
You don't need no thing but ya ass and tattoos/
verse:3
Im not calling twice, but a song is like/
4 minutes long of me on the mic/
4 minutes talking in flawless time/
4 minutes all in a constant rhyme/
Going on & on like I lost my mind/
when all I wanna get across is "give a call sometime"/
but songs repeat often, revolvin' lines/
so I sorta sound like a fuckin' stalker, right?/....
No creep but its awkward sleepin'/
without an arm crossin' me tossin' and thievin'/
Hoggin' the fleece up off of me- Freezin'/
Causin' me grief as ya talkin'-in-sleepin'/
Need a part of ya on me to warm me/
Mami, put it on me- Been a long day/
Its always been a part played by a boss lady/
Hey, hey! Talk to me softly/
By the way, its awfully frosty/
Not normally cold but ya caught me/
On the wrong- or the right day- Guess ya might say/
It all falls on ya thoughts, if ya want me/
Of course I'm yours, if you're offering/
Set course for ya boy then ya call me/
when ya on Fort Street- Its 4 streets/
before the BP- Beep Beep! Come on, darling/

Come Over

Omnisyllabic track 07
"Spilled Milk" lyrics
verse:1
Whatcha name? Whatcha sign now, girl?/
Got a place we can lie down, girl/
Take ya straight to the hide, lay a line out,/
find out whatcha mind 'bout, girl/
We can talk through the night hours/
about our lives 'til ya mind's sober/
Keep ya talkin'- Now I know how to lie/
I'M now the guy that cha cry over/
Your ex cheated? Thats such a shame/
and he raps? Thats fuckin' lame/
I hate when guys are out runnin' game/
and im still heartbroken over what's her name/
Whats her name? Oh, whats her face/
You dont know her but the hussy done done the same/
I'll say a couple other thangs that cha gonna relate/
then 1st date, 3rd base, now the number's changed/
Ha Ha! Shame on you/
Im allergic to skank- a-A-Achoo/
You say "Not true. No way I'd do/
that before today. Never laid nor blew/
No man on the 1st date"- 'Kay now, boo/
I done heard this shit 1000 different ways now, boo/
Gimme deja-vu- Hey, I aint Ja Rule/
'Til I say "I do", no way yall view me.../
verse:2
Whatcha name? Whatcha sign now, girl?/
Got dammit- I done rhymed that verse/
Kinda hard to deny that im gettin' sidetracked/
by an ass as fine as your's/
You got guys tryin' every line, Im sure/
but you'll find I'm not the kind that thirsts/
Im the kind of guy that get inside that divide and/
getcha cryin' "My vagina hurts"/
You find I'm kinda shy at first/
and I spy signs of a mind that works/
but if I try to be the kinda person/
ya spent cha life, the entire, searchin'/
desire certain, all the fireworks, &/
getcha climax squirtin' like a hydrant burstin'/
I'd find I'd get denied, or worse,/
YOU'd put a wall up and I'D get hurt/
....and that just aint likely
Cryin' alone- That shit ain't like me/
Aint blowin' ya phone up at midnight typing/
Ain't into fighting 'cause you didn't Skype me/
If ya into sight-seeing other dicks like nightly,/
I aint crotch-blockin' game like "Kid, that's wifey"/
but, IF I fight, I check a kick like Nike,/
make that bitch nighty-night, and tell the chic to bite me/
verse:3
I gave my heart, made that mistake/
Was a disaster, thinking back today/
Back then couldn't imagine gettin' stabbed in/
the back wit a dagger and betrayed/
Had more faith than when the pastor prays/
that we were traveling the path of fate/
She was my world... and the planet/
was Saturn- Almost ran to the magistrate/
Baby carriages and Vera Wang/
I'm talkin' marriage- That sphere and chain/
but a relationship is like anything/
You push too hard and don't bend- It breaks/
(Breaks... breaks... breaks... breaks...)/
... So off the path we stray/
Its petty bad when the one that ya back/
snaps and jabs, slashes with a fashioned shank/
but now I'm back- Got my swagger straight
Gravitate to my natural state/
Cassius Clay- of the casual lay/
and an avid fan of the Saturday/
Ain't goin' back to that tragic place/
Status tags and all of that can wait/
I've been off track but im glad to say/
Im back today- Signed with a happy face/

Spilled Milk

Omnisyllabic track 06
"Down & Out" lyrics
verse:1
I need a tow truck to pull me closer to money/
Grippin' this 4-4, my clothes lookin' bummy/
Folks wanna tell me "Hold hope and be sunny"/
but hope wont fill me tummy when I'm broke & I'm hungry/
So dont just shun me when I cop coke, if they front me/
and choke an onion to twenty-four little hunneys/
½ a gram on a gram and point 0-1 of its drug free/
Cause im sick of sittin sick to my stomach, throwin' up nothing/
Came in this planet as naked as the statue of David/
so I dont need flashy windbreakers in my fashion to make it/
My knack is entertainment but I rap in the basement/
so, until I get my cash up, aint no rats gonna chase me/
When the ball's in ya zone, the crowd often explodes/
'til ya fall on the floo', then ya all on ya own/
That's when the frauds get exposed, stop callin' ya phone/
'Til I get back on my feet, I guess im crawlin' alone/
verse:2
You think cause of my face I was raised with a silver spoon?/
I had a plastic spork, dude, but where was the food?/
Where were the arabic mares and chairs by the pool?/
Where were the pairs of new shoes & parents with loot?/
I aint get none of that- No scratch like a Thundercat/
Just the music I used to block the cussin' from other-dad/
My mother's man-- Packed my stuff in a duffle bag/
like "Fuck it Im done wit that Know what- I aint comin back"/
Worked for what little I've gained- The livin' I claim?/
I really live it- Live in infinite pain/
To get specific, lived with six in a plain/
one bedroom apartment- In the fridge there was shame/
Just a cooler for condiments- No food in the bottom since/
they withdrew our Bridge Card just too starve all of us/
That's the way that we took it- If its true-ish then well/
I've got room for improvement- I'ma do it myself/
verse:3
Wallet filled with dreams, but I'm still supreme/
Im 'bout to hit the streets now and build my team/
Sometimes I feel at "ease" like I'm restin with F and D/
Definitely no stressin'- Progressin' effectively/
Then life attacks, though I'm fightin' back,/
there's no way left to keep my rights intact/
I'd really like to have my license, yeah/
but my tyke needs wipes, clothes, and diapers here/
and ain't no helping-hand out, I told you that/
but those that ain't around can't hold you back/
Let their ass be your motive- Get your doe to stack/
then blind them with the ice- Now how cold is that?

Down & Out

Omnisyllabic track 05
"Circles" lyrics
Hook:
We love to make love- and we hug & we touch/
and we fight & break up- and we shrug & make up/
and we fuck & breakup- and its us against us/
We keep going 'round in circles but I'll never desert you/
verse:1 
Round & round like a merry-go-round/
A carousel that's parallel to burial grounds/
Built this life together, now you're tearin' it down/
In the club with these drunk scrubs starin' ya down/
Tryna getcha out those clothes while ya throw that back/
Oh no, not that- Ya not a hoe like that/
If ya need a man to smash you would roll right back/
Damn, I wish you'd trust ya man Rome like that/
Dont wanna run to other arms, Youre the only one I want/
Even fuckin' just aint nothin' but nuttin' without our bond/
Fuck these other hussies- I must be lucky because/
I got you in the first place and plus our love & beyond/
I know I can be wrong, but why ya wanna play the bitch role/
A schizo I'm in fo', so tip toe? Oh shit no/
I say its over then im chasin' you down/
I admit it, Im addicted to the way that you smile/
Hook (x2)
verse:2
I sent a text "LOL. Well hello, love"/
Was in a coma, didn't know that we broke up/
I woke up that morning and rose up/
Noticed I'm alone, at that moment it so sucked/
Its more than just the sex, although our sex is amazin, baby/
Who else can sex a lady the way I'm sexin' ya crazy?/
Make ya labia hate me, the way I'm breakin' ya lately/
Im thinking maybe we take a little break from the breaking/
Cause you don't wanna see me out one day at the bank/
wearing a wedding ring, playing with my baby and mate/then realize you made a mistake, Dang it ya waited too late/
But it ain't over 'til its over so let's change it today/
Baby, I favor your face, waist, and the way that you taste/
Im unable stay- but unable to stay away/
I pray & pray that we can save & debate it another day/
Then the words come out and all im able to say's.../
Hook (x2)
verse:3
I aint your bitch so dont be calling me one/
Im sick of hearing "sorry" when the argument's done/
You call me "scum"- You call me "chump"/
...You better watch what you're calling me, CUNT!
I know the rent is late- I sent away like yesterday/
but everyday you step to me and say the same excessively/
Ya seem obsessed to me- You used to be obsessed with me/
Used to press for sex but now ya just upset & stressin' me/
Ya keep testin' me- I think, I guess, its best that we/
give each other space and maybe, if its meant to be,/
we'll be together eventually -Everything be heavenly/
with presents that are sent for me, instead of offenses meant for me/
'Cause, presently, the stress is affecting mentally/
Telling me "ya dead to me" whether we live together or separately/
While I rhyme this, youre behind me tryna censor me/
Ya feel unthreatened 'cause ya bettin' that I'll never leave/
Hook (x2)

Circles

Omnisyllabic track 04
"Criminal Mind" lyrics
verse:1
Product of budget cuts to social spendin'/
Home as broken as the folks that's in it/
As for hope? Forget it- My whole culture's sinnin'/
listenin' to this on headphones in prison/
They either sold dope or they poked and did em/
Syringe bit em and they overdosed on venom/
Tim & Chris got hit and lived, Beto- he didn't/
Why Harold got smoked is unknown- Who did it?!/
...Tell Joe we miss him/
Cheech were Lefty, Mike, Joe, and Rick went/
Dont get it twisted- Poverty is the sickness/
in which, at a young age, we were inflicted/
... Im just givin' it time/
A moment of silence for all the friends that've died/
So many times got sick of sittin' and cry'n/
Listen, this is the blueprint of a criminal mind/
verse:2
In high school never knew college was a possibility/
No pops to instill in me feelings of responsibility/
Just rockin' Killa Beez, The Chronic, Lench M-o-b,/
and any emcee that spit on Doc and RZA beats/
Sometimes I'd literally stand outside in °10 degrees/
lip syncing- Imagining there's a crowd there feeling me/
Thats not really relevant? My God, you kidding me?/
Forewarning from Pac's the only thing prevented the cops from killing me/
...Plus I was brought up this tough/
Mama did her best job raising a fatherless son/
Sometimes I was insulted 'cause I was darker than some/
Other times was assaulted cause I wasn't darkened enough/
but I got up and brushed off just part of the dust/
and bust a mother fucker across the jaw with a punch/
Now its no more talking~ If its war that cha want/
I got the Mossberg in the trunk, ready to slaughter ya chumps/
verse:3
Mama's man sold bricks- Taught me the game when young/
Showed me what it say when ya weigh an Un/
A gang of guns- Played with a gauge for fun/
That gauge that pumps- That's my favorite one/
He taught me "Never leave em waitin' when ya make a run"/
"and stay in public places or ya days are done"/
Exchange on the way- Give a "Hey, what's up"/
then head inside the place and just pay for gum/
In the game of drugs, don't say shit to cops/
Nobody cries when a snitch gets shot/
Even cops hate snitches once the nick get dropped/
So fuck a stool pigeon with a six foot cock/
I got a big to shop and my pistol cocked/
and you ain't catch me with shit but some dick for thots/
Peep the lifted watch- Shit, its 6 o'clock/
I got licks to hit- Kiss this dick goodbye/
verse:4
All I am is a fuse next to a flame- Im hardly to blame/
Okay, Im partly but you'd probably be this ornery/ 
if you were brought up the same- Always caught in'a game/ Authorities stalkin', plottin', out to toss me in chains/
What choice does it leave when I'm forced to my knees for crossin' the street/
Tossed in the clink- Salty enough to defrost all the streets/
from Detroit to Boston and every crossroad between/
So ya better just speak cautiously when ya talkin' to me/
Chip on my shoulder- No, I roll with a whole potato/
and couple wires crossed like my stolen cable/
Rollin' a golden Sable, paid fo' with a stolen plate though/
Layin' low with a gauge waitin' to holdup payroll/
Stroll in the bank slow- Kangol and a raincoat/
Gray Locs on my face, scopin' the place with a K low/
Snatch the guard up, blow a hole in his ankle/
Anything for the cake- A mistake? If you say so/

Criminal Mind

Omnisyllabic track 03
"Darkest Corner" lyrics
verse:1
Yo body's a low rider with low mileage/
A coke bottle I know how to blow notes out of/
Ya go designer- from Coach, Prada to "Dolch" Gabbana/
 Ya so fine, but I gotta come at cha cold kinda/
Ya know the name "Rome", kind of a dope rhyma'/
that make doe shoveling snow, Yo! Ya know, mama?/
Ya got a man, Ya man's got a dope problem-- that's/
gotten outta control- Hes gotta watch what he owe- Now uh/ Would it be major strange if we made an arrangement?/
Give brain on occasion and erase a few payments?/
Maybe say ya name on the stage when I'm famous?/
Evade the Click~BANG! and liquor stains on the pavement?/
It makes sense since he ain't been layin' ya straight, Miss/
Unpaid rent- Bet cha gettin' sick of the same shit/
I take Prince samples, flip em, Kid is amazin'/
Sleep on the wisdom, you'll be missin' some great dick/
verse:2
So pick a side, bitch- Tick! Oh uh look at the time/
Which is the dick that cha pick to lick up & fit up inside?/
Its not a tie~ Look at the width & the thickness of mine/
Think wit' my dick- Lookat the wit while ya witness the lines/
Sickness for fine wild little bitch with thighs/
Thickness & wide bottoms wit' a bit o' switch in her stride/
Dippin' them hips that can grind a brick of flint into fire/
A fictional vixen lifted at 6 inches high/
A bit specific am I? Picture ya sniffer's demise/
Picture him in bits, his digits victims of knives/
Send pictures of the injured to ya sisters and moms/
Now kiss it intimate or you can kiss him goodbye/
Now here's the surprise, the look of bliss in her eyes/
as she strips, quits listenin', and whispers advice/
She says "Quit with the diction. Stick the tip in & ride"
"Now let's get down to business, we pick the kids up at 9"/

Darkest Corner

Omnisyllabic track 02
"Downriver" lyrics
verse:1
Everybody wanna talk that street shit/
but noone talks about a street kid's secrets/
Yeah, they talk about their rings and sneakers/
but what about when I dreamed of eatin'?/
My uncle reachin' for that puncture- Fiendin'/
My cousin buggin' him for drugs and schemin'/
My mother screamin' like "I'm fuckin' leavin'!"/
My father bounced- but we don't fuckin' need him!"/
But that's nothin'- You can ROCK ya chain/
and tell all these kids about your ROCKS of 'caine/
who otherwise would've heard some ROCK and changed/
but now they glorify the rocks and dont know why ya slang/
You never tell em that your mom's addicted/
and that she never got to buy ya Christmas/
and now ya grind everytime ya flip bricks/
so you can buy yourSELF all that shit on ya wishlist/
verse:2
I hope to God this ain't touching your heart/
and your own fate relates to nothing thus far/
'cause if it do then you were fucked from the start/
Ya just hear and feel it, like a slug in the dark/
Rhymin' to these beats- I can find my inner peace/
while these other peeps are preachin violence in the streets/
Runnin' wild wonderin' why they're in the clink/
Life's BEEN fucked... Im just tryna get a piece/
so I aint tryna be all high & mighty/
cause prison bars are highly likely/
Im a victim of my pride and might be/
just a minute from yelling "Come outside and fight me!"/
Dont you go and try to blame ME/
Im just what society made me/
Poverty lives the same side as crazy/
There's a thin line and I'm on both sides daily/
verse:3
{I wont let you go} I hold my past--like its/
forged from glass- and if I fall on my ass- still.../
{I wont let you go} To the memory-- of my/
friend, forever we rock beats and melodies/
{I wont let you go} like this mic-- that I hold/
so tight, Keep hope within sight- and then.../
{I wont let you go} My word is bond-- Keep my/
open arms strong, Keep the whole world in my palm/
My homey Cliff told me "Rome you a god"/
I was sorta surprised but then he opened my eyes/
He told me I alone hold my soul at this time/
He spoke of Babylon and how they sowed their demise/
No longer blind, I shot back in my chair/
holdin' the planet on a strand of my hair/
Before the question's asked, the answer was there/
like, "If I'm God, why don't I answer my prayers?"/

Downriver

Omnisyllabic track 01
"Omnisyllabic" lyrics
Lyrics:
The champ is here! The champ is here! First LP- I hope the samples clear/
...and the fans revere, and my raps perhaps lead to a standard deal/
Mass appeal~ This album here- comes with 4 bangers, like a Cavalier/
...Just put the track to your ear- like ya planning to hear is Amtrak is near/
Had half my peers pass in the past 10 years- Still I shine through the "pane", like a chandelier/
Got the foxy brown broads like Pamela Grier- coming out their drawers and their black brassieres/
The same cats that vanish when ya cash ain't there- stand & cheer when the camera's near/
Fuck em all~ Call 'em Panettiere- cause, man, they stay "hayden" when ya pass ya peers/
There's an air of eNVy in the atmosphere, like a Nitrate Vacancy in the stratosphere/
Rappers talking cash, holding stacks to ears, im just tryna give back to my family, I swear/
Max my tax bracket, I'll be glad to share- if I manage to clear 100 grand this year/
Where Im from cash like Samson's hair~ Now yall play Ted and get to "danson"- Y'hear? (Yeah)/
Im just kidding you dudes- These other rappers might've seen a titty or 2/
but when I rock the m-i-c the whole CITY get nude, reminiscent of when Chris was spitting with Luke/
Got a too live crew too, Im really the dude- The tour pack a pride of the kitty in rooms/
Yall suckaz "missed da T"- I pity the fool~ Put you kids on the news, Im too pretty to lose/
When I get in the booth, my shit authentic~ Get up in it, like my dick augmented/
Fuck if Im white or colored when my skin all tinted- Any "race" Im placed in, bitch, I win it!/
Almost finished- with this introductory- production~ Deadly Mix with another beat/
Not 1 emcee got the rhythm to touch his speech- You dumb enough to think another spitter can fuck with me?/

Omnisyllabic (album intro)

First full-length album released by Detroit rapper TiKkO on Deadly Mix Productions/RedTeam Ent. All songs (except Kiss Goodbye) produced, written, and performed, by TiKkO.

TiKkO - "Omnisyllabic"