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trem one - omega man mk ii lyrics

[intro: q+unique]
yo
yeah, trem, q+unique
yeah, let’s go

[verse 1: q+unique]
we in the lost land where they toss hip+hop with the wrong plan (ha)
in a tug of war with a demon, pull it with strong hands
the bronx hidden treasure, wasn’t simple to find (south bronx)
i’m a rebel without a pause and criminal minded
along the road to riches, the meaning got distorted
it popped a cassette tape and got pro tools to record it (d+mn)
technology advanced, but i can’t say the same
for the lack of innovation they displayin’ in this game (word)
i stick to the plan, ’cause i gotta roll through it
i graduated from true school as an honour+roll student
where bam taught me peace, unity, love and havin’ fun (zulu)
and n.w.a said “f+ck authority and grab a gun” (bam)
krs taught me to eat right, freddy foxxx taught me to get brolic for a street fight (hey)
preemo and pete rock taught me to keep the beat tight
nas taught me that sleep is the cousin of death, so speak light (yeah)
i make a spiritual incision and march with a lyrical commission (c’mon)
spit wisdom for that miracle you missin’
is the lost land really lost, or is it hidden from these maggots
that enjoy the taste of death and livin’ tragic?
[chorus: trem one, [?]]
we from a long lost planet where rap is real
still intact and untapped by the mass appeal
“the way that i feel can never be healed
and all we left with is a memory feel” (yeah)
we from a long lost planet where rap is real
still intact and untapped by the mass appeal
“the way that i feel can never be healed
and all we left with is a memory feel”

[verse 2: trem one]
we from a lost land where you rack cans from shop stands
and def jam merge rap groups with rock bands
stock standard p++p b+tts were booed off
forced to lose their shoes and caught the train home in tube socks (suckers)
you knew not to bother if you was unsk!lled
the lips are kissin’ tar, and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a dunhill
drum fills and basslines is all it takes
for trem to get these b+tch p+ssies open like they water breaks
see, it’s a sordid state of affairs
this got me lookin’ at that front door like paul, but i’m prayin’ that there’s
some sort of legacy left if death become us
fl!ckin’ through cassettes in a box, empty runners
and i wonder where these names went [?]
see, i got schooled by hard knocks, and streetwise with j rock
and i ain’t strayed from the path the bronx paved
clocked on a different block, but i’m still chopped from the same cloth (yeah)
now i remain locked in martyrdom, a castaway
and still give my regards to run d and j on father’s day
i kept my part of the bargain, half a star away
and represent that real sh+t, regardless where its carcass lay
[chorus: trem one, [?]]
we from a long lost planet where rap is real
still intact and untapped by the mass appeal
“the way that i feel can never be healed
and all we left with is a memory feel”
we from a long lost planet where rap is real
still intact and untapped by the mass appeal
“the way that i feel can never be healed
and all we left with is a memory feel”

- trem one lyrics

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