- Paul Nyakatura-
And this is An Omen
First up, ABE aka three point five sevenths of
(F14)

- Verse 1 - F14 ABE -
Black girls give me head!
Shawty be like
(No way!)
White girls give me head!
Shawty be like
(OK!)
Then on she on her merry way
Pass me that Mary J
Gettin’ faded gettin’ faded taking shots of José!
F14 be the logo
Got a dope flow, by the boatload
Got ‘em like “Oh no!” when I showboat
Game in a chokehold
Came in the game with the homie Wayne
Knee-high to the tree-high
Money in our Levi
And our buzz is growin’ like we rattled up a beehive
F14 we outta here
NASA. Shuttle.
Captain of my team calling plays in the huddle
I’m just trying to smash
And she just trying to cuddle
So you know I had to splash like I stepped up in a puddle
‘Cause I’m hotter than a sauna that you find up in Nevada
Smokin’ blunts of marijuana with my homies please don’t bother
It’s Honest Abe, I’m alive for what?
My parents smashed on a plane so I’m fly as f**k!

- Paul Nyakatura -
S.T.R.A.P! What up UG?

- Verse 2 - S.T.R.A.P. -
Go.
Its part The Takeover finally meets Ether Mr. Nkoba aka Grim Ripper
Element of surprise off the wall Princess Diana, Don't stop till you get
enough so Ima last it,
Getting knowledge is the habit, Predicate and Ima grab it
no zolpidem no Im not generic, put my art in persuasion
yeah I spit that Rhetoric, Multiple reflection in the mirror schizophrenia
optical illusions leaves to be the main criteria, monotony monotony
why fuck you keep eyeing ?!! these bitter motherfuckaz better watch it,
keep your pipe-sucker shut or-else I will lock it.

Im quick to bypass this whack rap like it was gastric, league of my own so why
should I practice? lets talk about practice? lets talk practice? young A.I before Grizzly,
opulent skill on this track kill, anything that u feel is real, I just get on a beat and it just
casket ready, coz meditation breeds all motivation and the good die young,
so why fuck I ain't dead yet! coz on my money I calculate, My coming they prophect
Im Uganda they cant relate, on the mic I just dominate, any creature that God create
Im killing them father fore-sack, Im drowning em under the lake, apply pressure no escape.


- Paul Nyakatura -
Ni**a shut up talkin’, this my Mixed Tape!

- Verse 3 - Paul Nyakatura -
Phase 1: Completed
Our knowledge and uniqueness
Has bled through your speakers
An ominous autonomous blessing of leaders
No second guessing we're stepping onward and eager
Think! You ponder, you squander
The sun will pond the ice shelf beneath ya
The prodigal son will giggle and leave ya
See ya!
Proceed to beat ya chica bonita
I can't follow me either
I've no sense since I've known sensimilla
The killers for independence are pillars of obedient
Pawns of prophets'
Perceived patriotic confidence
It's obvious that stopping us is well beyond your providence
Applaud, laud these Three Kings holding your awe and astonishment
As we admonish,
Apply subjects with objective subjects
You fester from ignorance
Allow access to muskets
Trust that we bust it
The Midwest is lustful for gunmetal muscles in bushels
Synthetic amphetamines and opiates in the pills
Stroking, provoking and coping with cupfuls
Bleeding Kansas remains cut still
But I'm gaining on the remaining influential
With my over-evolved tongue and pencil
Mute? Who? MewTwo can talk, I'm alert in limbo
With an overly assertive temple
Not my body, my mental
I'm a writer, I'm gentle
I'll be working on the former in gym soon
Come to think of it, I can't wait to get a new swimsuit