Letter to Omnipotent

Lyrics

[Intro: Saigon and (DJ Whoo Kid)] (Ha ha ha). Word. (Saigon). Yo dawg. What up? Holler back, man. (Abandoned Nation). This here. This here ain't for errybody, man. This is for the real ones. (Whoo Kid) [Verse 1: Saigon] This here is for all the missed peers I left in the pen Even the ones I'll never see ever again When I get on, I take care of your brethren and them They talk about you all the time—you a legend to them If I could, I would just make the time fast-forward New York is a lot different than when you last saw it Yeah, dawg, it's mad more chicks. But the pussy ain't free no more—them whores want cash for it Police'll still harass-a-holics. Most niggas under thirteen still be on some basketball shit But the ones older than that, they rolling in packs And at least three of these niggas is holding a gat Anyway, God, I kind of miss walking the yard Talking with y'all 'cause now I'm in New York and it's hard I done caught a new charge. I lost the god J-E-R-R-Y. Why he had to die? I thought "When I get home, I see love get shown" All I seen was drug strips sown and slugs get thrown Should I play the good guy or should I Throw in the hood, I (Should I?) make some niggas in the hood die? [Bridge: Saigon] Should I? Huh? (Tell me, man. Omnipotent, man). Huh? (Let me know. Somebody write me, man). You tell me, man. (I don't know what the fuck to do). For real. (I'm losing it out here, man. But you know what, man? (What you used to do?)) [Verse 2: Saigon] I used to stand on the block, selling cooked-up rock Money busting out my sock 'cause I really would clock I [taught to?] robbing the spot—shit'll really get got Whenever the gun's hot, niggas really get shot Don't give a fuck if you a willy or not If you got what I need, I'mma receive or the milly'll pop So what the verdoct? The bird drop. Throw the rock like Elvis Grbac Word, I'm verbally hot like the Third Rock And I'm repping the pen in every song I ever sung in It's all I know—shit, I was brung in as a youngin Bear witness to coming Real rap right on time while all y'all crime-rhyme niggas is slumming Y'all muhfuckas see a nigga—I'm still bumming But I got game, so I can still cum in your woman You could still catch one in the stomach And I still let the MAC strike. You act like you want it or something [Outro: Saigon] Huh? (Ha ha). Punk. (That's right). Motherfucker. (Fuck all y'all. I'm here)