Omaha Stylee

(album: Grassroots - 1994)

W-w-ww-w-w-w-wake the town and tell the people
311
311
311 is
The people, what's up, the people, what's up
311
311
311 is
The people, what's up, the people, what's up

In a minute, everything you have can all be straight gone
In a minute, things you thought were tied
Can come straight undone
How about some knocks on wood, some so far, it's so good
Any day, what you think is solid earth can jump up
And spread out to the north and south
That's what plates are about
Nature has no conscience, no kindness or ill will but

The dreams they had make me sad
Because of the vibes of them
When one girl dreamt a fire in hers
And then it happened to me and my family
My bro's and I were driving
The RV bleeding flames
Us leaping through fire surviving
Zoned with no home, there was fire all on it
Um let me have my life, I want it

I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm gonna I'm gonna
I'm gonna tell you and then I said
We're coming in kill, we're coming in chill
We're coming in how we will
Want to tell the whole world what's the deal
And I say know no critical border 'cause we do what we want
Got more funky styles than my laser jet got font

Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio, all that shit is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain't no thing, and I say

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radio's weak and the shows are more fun
But you know we fucked up the dance hall since 1988
Many did not think when they hear we come from this state
Still we're down like that, still we're down like that
Still we're down like that, kicking the funk that smells of skunk

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun
But you know we fucked up the dance hall since 1988
Many did not think when they hear we come from this state

The dance hall that we come from was a pool table basement
The bud was low-key and the records were Jamaican, but uh

Such occasions occur back in the day
It begins you're a raw kid all the way
Son of a gun, but then you drifted
All are endowed, but few are gifted
At the break of dawn, behaving like a spy
Lamping in the light, the cold world awakens
Deeper is the light to open up the sky
Look into my eyes and see the dilating

Omaha Stylee is the shit we come with man
Embedded in our souls it breathes out from this band
We always knew that we could
Thank you if you too thought we would

Not one to get over sounding like the norm
Friendly to the radio, all that shit is corn
All we coming with is a little bit of swing
And we go on like it ain't no thing and I say

Omaha stylee did not think there was one
Where you know the radios weak and the shows are more fun
But you know we fucked up the dance hall since 1988
Many did not think when they hear we come from this state
Still we're down like that, still we're down like that
Still we're down like that, kicking the funk that smells of skunk

We will arise, explore these worlds and find the grassroots
How to crew to do the grinding of the grounds to brew
My dude on the one to come off like Teflon
Rock your shit and you will rise on

If you're a farmer out standing in your field, say uh
Do as you will, do as you wish, follow your bliss, say uh
We travel around the country giving it our best
We like to see the people dancing
And bouncing and the rest

The hammer and the chisel and the rule it compass
We forge a sword, the chariots of war, a battle axe

There's much power in anger, but loves a bigger banger
Complete props to my crew 'cause this is how we do
Omaha Stylee