Keep it goin’, keep it goin’ on Keep it goin’ on... keep it goin’ on... keep it goin’ on... keep, keep it goin’ on
Get up to get, got or prove able
Any fool on earth can blast words through a mic cable But it’s the heart and intent, lines craft with indents
Got comm’ sense, to resurrect lines mega-magnifique, see I’m rather uniquely, a phenomenal spit kicker of style, doin’ it a while
From the golden age, 80s baby by way of Flatbush BK, out to Laurelton Queens
Native Tongue mentee, a student of Shaolin
Bronx professors like Chris, and Uptown cats with hits Put it on with L, to the L.I. sounds
From the ‘ville to the hills that’s how it’s goin’ down
My youthful days a flurry of beats, wordsmiths paint streets Nas in lanes with memory deep But these days behold a new wave Hard to tell who’s who when playlists exist with roads paved to Cartoon characters Ala Hannah Barbara
No cap fitted, but truly a new era

So give the band a hand
It’s Ohmega ya’ man
Going each and every place in stereo land Lightheaded, Muneshine, Braille B, Ozay So give the band a hand
Bamboos and ya’ man
Going each and every place in stereo land Manwell, Bombay, East coast, all day

Shots late night, give a heart sorrow
I look to the future, faith eyes on the sparrow
The lies of today are manifested to-marrow, tomorrow, potato, pah-tato.
Tomato, toh-mato brah-vaydo, bravado
thought her crown was a halo now we left hallow Mek-alec-a-hi meka-hiney-ho hallo
Greetings my mellow, yo peace is the motto
You can pump breaks, or push to full throttle Walk a straight line after binging on the bottle But revolutions won’t be televised for eyes It was always a revolution of the mind
Most who have sight are the most blind Sign of the times, critical thoughts are land mines Cancel anyone recovering over time
People quick to throw stones, I’m holding onto mine Measures of fault, not easy to redefine When it’s you or I on the opposite side Face truth or run and hide
Run or hide

So give the band a hand
It’s Ohmega ya’ man
Going each and every place in stereo land Tres, Recs, GP, P.U.T.S. Give the band a hand
Bamboos and ya’ man
Going each and every place in stereo land
East, West, North, South Speaker box blown out

Let’s put the cruise on, before we move on Tribe drums knock, unified before days born In the cypher of life, some cower or fight Now a husband and father, I’m up late nights
With new purpose, spinning wheels to make ends meet It’s cool to MC, but the dream for me Is to provide a pathway that my daughter can see
Reach high, go far, faith in the morning star
Rituals of life exist no matter who you are
This culture I’ve grown with praise hype and stars
So I’ll do nothing for the status of
Mind below is the same as it is above
Let me rephrase, when in step with the king of love Yeshua’s spirit that’s in dominion of Every being on earth’s surface, surpass gassed trains of thought
And flash kings claiming what they bought Yo! Yo! Yo! It’s funny how time change’ minds
Minds change rhymes and rhymes can change times So respect is taught, and it’s hard to earn Quality of life balance, for the divine I yearn
To make a difference, and though truth will burn Remember: You. Must. Learn
So give the band a hand
It’s Ohmega ya’ man
Going each and every place in stereo land Peace to Dave Dove, De La, One Love So give the band a hand
Bamboos and ya’ man Going each and every place in stereo land Each and every place in stereo land
Going each and every place in stereo land