Omaha Stylee

W-w-ww-w-w-w-wake the town and tell the people 311 311 311 is The people, what's up, the people, what's up 311 311 311 is 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 thought 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 tell you and then I said We're comin' in kill, we're comin' in chill We're comin' in how we will Want to tell the whole world what's the deal And I say know no critical border 'cause we do what we want Got more funky styles than 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, and I say Omaha stylee did not think there was one Where you know the radio's weak and the shows are more fun But you know we fucked up the dance hall since 1988 Many did not think when they hear 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 fucked up the dance hall since 1988 Many did not think when they hear we come from this state The dance hall that we come from was a pool table basement The bud was low-key and the records were Jamaican, but uh Such occasions occur back in the day It begins you're a raw kid all the way Son of a gun, but then you drifted All are endowed, but few are gifted At the break of dawn, behavin' like a spy Lampin' in the light, the cold world awakens Deeper is the light to open up the sky Look into my eyes and see the dialating Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with man Embedded in our souls it breaths out from this band We always knew that we could Thank you if you too thought 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 and I say 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 dance hall since 1988 Many did not think when they hear 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 grassroots How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew My dude on the one to come off like Teflon Rock your shit and you will rise on If you're a farmer out standing in your field, say uhh Do as you will, do as you wish, follow your bliss, say uhh We travel around the country giving it our best We like to see the people dancing And bouncing and the rest The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass We forge a sword, the chariots of war, a 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