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An excerpt from Obsexxed Artist The Omen entitled "Child of the Rain" Production by J Diablo. Written and Recorded by Terrell Sparks aka The Omen. 2011

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The Omen - Child of the Rain Lyrics

Verse1
They sayin' Omen where the fuck you been? The game needs resuscitation.
I breathe life in Hip-Hop this how you niggas thanked em?
While I ignored them It started to get ridiculous
So I'ma just remind you why my name is so ubiquitous with differentness
meticulously wreck any nigga at any juncture.
I'm feeling like a ruthless mother fucka. It's overdue.
I've always done what I'm supposed to do.
So all the hate could never stop me it provides me with the fuel.
To get this money. Think it's funny? Slick talk could get your group shot.
The buddha got me higher than Tyler, the Creators tubesocks.
Cruising down the block doors up on the Aventador
This the type of Life that motherfucka sell they soul for.
So on and so fourth, forty four mags aimed directly at your front porch.
If you in my path you're getting scorched.
I. Been insane since Wayne Gretzky was a Ranger
Melted all my action figures and broke Barbies out of anger.
Probably due to no father don't bother tryna relate.
Sitting contemplating how many pills should I take?
As I riddle an Adderall rhythm high off of Ridalyn.
So all these rec execs can sit there and just consider him to be another gimmick?
But no nigga can mimic how I does it or how I did it. Word to my Obsexxed Fitted.
Quit it. Or I'ma smack a nigga or two.
Got Suave beside me like "Yo son they bigger than you"
While my Napoleon Complexion telling me it ain't true.
And they can imitate my Style but can't do what I do. So until they do.
I'ma remain a top selection and go harder than a Geodude pissing with an erection.

Hook 2x
I'm a child of the rain. I fell victim to the Fame.
The pain overlaps my sanity now I'm insane.
Will the rain ever end? Damn where do I begin?
It's like I'm trapped inside a never ending race I can't win.

Verse 2
I, avalanche through in the coupe. To step in the booth.
Blue suits and Polo Boots Stussy Cap on my roof.
A hundred proof Liquor make a nigga forget all his sorrows.
With a little dumb luck they'll all resolves themselves tomorrow
Pick up, right where I left off. Light up and lift off.
Urban hang suites where wedding rings get slipped off.
First class, I travel. Thicker plots get unraveled.
Am I ill? Well motherfucka does a Pawn Star haggle?
Damn right! My intercontinental mental cripples any nigga imitating
my location is fickle cause it's simple it's the jet life.
Until I reach my next life. Load the boarding passes and check in for my next flight.
Digitally minded I'm blinded by applications
30,000 feet higher than the niggas that's hating
guess I made it since they all envy em.
Mercedes Benz emblems & Hublot faces with the Masonic symbolism isn't what I've pictured. But it's something I've encountered.
Along with the money, the women, and the powder.
11 hour flights under meteor showers with the pain that towers over my existence.
Listen I, christen thee and glisten on anything that I touch.
I had a million problems and rolled them all in a dutch twisted them up and then ignited em and still despite the spite in him I walk on holy water and spit like Jesus writes for em.

Hook 2x

Verse 3
And still they dubbing me the greatest in a game plagued with anguish.
If they ain't talking bout business then they ain't speaking my language.
Understand this. I've planned this. Spent my life searching for answers.
All I got was more questions.The Devil keeps dancing
on the black and white tiles in the soul of my inner child
as I laugh exhaling smoke I withdrew from a black & mild. With no forethought.
Impulsive as a reckless teenager. Your style's a bb gun when compared to a 12 gauger
I engage em and endanger the livelihood of this rap shit.
Stacking up my paper I'm flipping it like a mattress.
I'm serious as cancer but a little less chronic,
Buck 50 on the dash got me driving like I'm sonic.
Gin & Tonic in my system.
Mary Magdellan lickin em spitting scriptures of potency marijuana afflicting em,
Couldn't balance with school.
Taught myself the curriculum and put it in my verses.
You can sense the conviction in em.
Picturing my sanity. I left it in Miami balled up in some panties.
Next to some nose candy.
Shit was dandy til I broke my noose loose cop a new couple
and had your girl sucking me off the top like a roof scoop