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Omega Supreme Soundwave (Album)

by Will C.

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Locate Zero 01:18
disappearing act, they're fearing that i'm returning while i'm gearing up, defeat's burden and sink feeling heart in cleats for the weak now it ain't that smart to spar 'cause my reach isn't Boston thin resurrect the leach that brought oxygen out of the lungs of one Washington or play Alan Burr to Aggie Rock hippies that rock ten dollar moccasins, Hamilton not my kin i used to rent Colisseum Video and watch Macho Man talking to Arsenio really though i'm all about Carlos playing brass on a Synergy while flying over the Rockies, you kiddin' me? lose your head Wendy, orchestrate villain in me oscillate imagery i'll rock ya infinitely no need for a spinach can you need a comparison? i hit with a Lennox hand you're lifting a centigram in sentence land
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I don't play drums good I'm a shitty drummer fifteenth anniversary Brick Eddie Bones gave dap to me after i spit called Life After God "Devo," man how classic is this? dis track, i'm snapping on those who acted as if your man Will C. wasn't Mr. Magic's Juice Crew affiliate and this is madness i called up MC Shan one day and he said that he'd been thinking 'bout a talk we had back when: fact Premier said it on the radio... "shouts to Will C. ya know what I'm sayin', who was part of the whole Juice Crew" ... i made it pro truths un-fadeable but i once was silent 'bout the fact you were jealous cause my cuts were violent when i clutch the mic you are in flux designing your set considering miming mine depressed when i left the first time you rejoiced openly but your group's record should've been called "We Clash Vocally" Will C. don't go, Will C. don't go no more dicking around, i'm sticking around the mic that i'm using ain't something ya touch you'll have a hard time admitting that i'm fucking you up, say Will C. don't go, Will C. don't go no more playing with you, i like devastating look me in the eyes 'cause i'm never joking confess that my rhyme hexed your serotonin pipe it down for a second i don't usually do this hey, cool the guitar! where to begin, why did i leave? they say "why didn't ya call?" but didn't you see? Eli's Prism got spins on the BBC but my own so called friends would try to chump me i found that funny didn't think they had a leg to stand on now the leg's a bum knee act above me, and it reminds me of the new Pope's doves getting crushed divinely you notice these days the voices are shaky they block my calls 'cause they know that they played me yet one time a friend from Germany did it let him sleep on my couch and he became a critic 'cause the beats that he made were recycling others if you don't recognize Public Enemy sucker how you gonna be the boy who reviews my music? i'll Shelley Duvall ya'll, come question Kubrick one more! Noooo believe it or not, the official voice of hip hop i am super rockin' Mr. Magic welcoming you and yours with the newest member of the Juice Crew my man Will C. some brand new flavor on your radio!
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you think what's the matter but some rush to hear it hush the chatter and run, bust the lyrics! some say the hero had done just the trick messed up his ego, concussed a thick head "what's the sequel?" some would rush it crush their buzz and at once cut the budget so crunch the sum of the cost, bluff upchuck your pride and your off, tough tripped up? then watch this, begin flight simulator the manipulator holding it down it's 35 millimeters on a merry-go-round converting stereo sound above a burial so ground the wires and plug the cables for once in my life i'd like to be able to put it in my past fast as ever that's the rap now clap together or crack in terror you say that i gotta relax we all gotta relax, we hafta chill this is the hero, this is the villain this is the feeling listening to Will C. i, i know that i gotta relax we all gotta relax, we hafta chill this is the hero, this is the villain this is the feeling listening to Will C. that's right korben dallas style sy-fy style larry c style as for me who me i go by the name of will c tryin' to find something else i'm messing with your mind messing with your mind press rewind
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yo I'm playing devil's advocate, damn it i got a mac it fits amulets of a lacquer i'm scanning and panning accurate sanding the wax to patterns and damaging pads i'm tapping i'm wearing commands down 'til the coolin' fan that's in back of it's stamped inadequate, amateurs synching flatter kicks and the kid you panned as the devil is linked to Nazareth's man sifting through pallets, i'm a wiz with data chips i don't sing no sadder pitch, no re-neering as a mix i can make a swell jingle with some string and gravel bits with more reverb than Rammell and "king" and gavel hits that'll sting your passages and singe your fabrics here's a message for cats making beats that are out of it put your drum in R bass and the kit is a thick thunder put a kick on the one and define a hit number add a filter to this and your prime or just slumber or get steamrolled by my goals and you're gonna get with it idiot this isn't simple pity this kid isn't an affiliate really we can't get rid of this synonym for a silly bitch, pistol whip with the rhythm i'm serious i could flip out and hit him if he is really this dumb 'til i'm furious, dumpin' for fun or nothing isn't worth it, i'm above it but a herb in your circle is worthless we put together the freshest clique 'til ya threw in a wrench in it 'til ya flew in from exodus to be friends with us 'til all of our expenditures went into your irrelevant shit talking loud saying nothing sucker ventriloquist i'm crushin' bustin' with diligence, gettin' filaments lit has become a business and i'm winnin' in it i'm willing to bet - i'm comet speed admonishing improper and quick you're in the middle of it pummeled by sticks hitting drums so go fuck yourself you simpleton crumbs it's my rhyme vs. your frustrated Wimbledon grunts you're a dunce
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Will C. a quasar, the sequel will stay raw i'm leaping my range far, reaching for planes and dragging 'em deep into caves underneath a domain deranged creep'll compete with calm cheaper crew claims the feeble erased, you see to be believable lace the beat with behemoths like me or you'll be Cheadle replaced, and heated defeated, deflated the lie to my face is paining you're eyes'll be lakes and draining, obliging deep bass is banging while ya'll try, but never get it together this is the ledge and you're Shredder, man i compress with the lever and cricket stick em i'm clever, crack dig 'em smack 'em whatever it takes to break 'em and back 'em into a corner forever i rattle ya, 'cause it's rapid, yo mold it to tracks stand over collapsed, foes hoping to mask the shows they opened up where they boast but don't attack a toast to what we know, i know you'll notice that i'm potent just like i'm powerful force driven by ancient spirit i'm potent just like i'm powerful feel it, hear it i'm potent just like i'm powerful force driven by ancient spirit i'm potent just like i'm powerful a metaphor for living, bass amplified Am i crazy if i brag in my rhymes with assault to nickel cadmium or battery rhymes when i waltz into the vatican, they add i'm divine among talks of staffers adamant i sat in a shrine yo i laugh as if Syd Barrett and i'm madder at times like hey... yo just add a sax and that'll be fine laying back, a bit of apathy i snap and assign so the next task'll be trap synapse and shine a design deep as the record for the evil impaired and most these rappers try to reinvent the wheel with a square making tracks overlapping with the seasonal craze but don't know they're repeating something people have made and sinking deep in the sand beneath a beastly maze made of leaves and branch, when it sleets it rains then it freeze your hands til your teeth'll bang chatter and keep the beat as you're weak in pain, shatter let it boil, it won't splatter man it just sings and damn it don't matter damage those kings, expose the foe's chatter you're not the former and half the latter i'm potent just like i'm powerful force driven by ancient spirit i'm potent just like i'm powerful feel it, hear it i'm potent just like i'm powerful force driven by ancient spirit i'm potent just like i'm powerful a metaphor for living, bass amplified
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Fly Trap 03:54
this is the legendary the kool the dj the red alert we about to make it happen right here for you right now ok? so why don't you just go ahead and just check it out for yourself! cycles unplanned duplication so i clash with erica, never mean to be rude inevitably leads to leaving you alas, rehashed beef with no control i can see it's clear we both need to roam, accept it my young friends went from avoiding weddings and giving mic checks to liking nice women to fight with to saying they tied knots with heaven, expert war methods them of course reckless i'm a man, not desolate dependent see i holler zen, they trap and cage brethren they grasp and make gents of your basket case friends and emasculate them besides love there's less action i'd bet like a castanet chattering, snapping in cliques/clicks so as i laugh at haste, badgering ask if they're proud of their path, they have to say "yes" living fast's a fly trap cats'll trade in passion for lilacs half'll get played and find that that living fast's a fly trap we became lovers before we were friends Sue we're back together again, between me and you i'll never besiege or be mean to you and as, years passed yield broken homes you experience fear of being old and alone, and dread it you once intended for a story book ending as in a white picket fence and bright type to end your life with instead might knot-tie with second best for the record, before the friendship's foundation base is yet well cemented Whodini warned me way back age eleven ...friends... chase that and may end up with sappy lame dates unhappy state tense like that does it with trashy bar searching I'm glad to get settled with Sue, my safe bet but as i gravitate at her ask if i'm glad or if my actions mask my fate "yes" living fast's a fly trap cats'll trade in passion for lilacs half'll get played and find that that living fast's a fly trap son i'm past the bad weather between me and sue i dreaded the scene, she split me from you a task, we snapped, she hoped for control seeing media tears, pleads for me to go, i left it the fun ended, a divorce is severing all of it is a mess and it's my life adults are childish and let the tied knot lesson left for the dead, weak wars of sexes this sets the stage, a lot less presence who warned me "pause"? aw to hell with it hey after this settles we'll see with new lenses relax, some days vent we rise above it and as of late there's a miraculous end to the drastic weight stress you're all hoping that marriage is magic like "honey will you please do that?" you'll say "yes"
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Comma Trauma 02:05
mr. transistor blister rides again been mystified since i decided ten times better designs'll take time and cheddar won't bind with bread so fives climb to Ben or Grant bills i ventilate, stand stills i generate Grant Hill's are over the ant's building, second rate i demand chills, you see these hand skills? an underground alien: E.T. landfills see Will is smooth when preparing a rare speech and hearing the basement in the way that a chair squeaks okay (Oh, Kaye), Carol lay into that bass and Tom'll lay in the grass, it's class, it's that great honeysuckle breeze with the sax on acetate stereo mix of "do it again" master tape and though i got that spiritual vibe i still scream putting fear in there mind, like you know why i got tracks that have most cats scratching don't mean jiggas on wax with traction they beam "where'd you find that stack, just askin'?" with plaques behind glass and poster's framed good for you but keepin' it sealed is known as lame a pissing competition isn't lost tradition afraid to cause friction on a groove is sickening and this ain't your dad's damn hi-fi setup where if he catches ya checkin the spines twice he's fed up hey i slice and shred up, guillotine no question don't wanna be dead with pristine collections inherit it, kid you might see the best things or unhinge if you seek astronomy and know that you're that small, remote sonically becoming upset with what you're not? then follow me or be possessed by the Gods demonically like comma trauma
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Demolition 03:02
Dad was a rebel, Alaskan meadow bound a Supertramp 8-tracked van to get around a road trip outta high school, a flat tire with classmates and the black lab was Sapphire northern lights then down to Cali had to stick a thumb out, run outta Napa Valley all across the nation he saw many faces but got a gun pulled at point blank range off a back road, made it to the midwest singing on some 'oooh-weee' - is this living? man is it dying when not excessive flyin' but flipping an 18-wheel truck and sighing the Corvette crashing, askin' for a square after his life flashed 5 times he wasn't scared so how's your genetic makeup compare? Jamaica say you will against the scraping of gears you all became complacent i'm a cyclorama version of a far bizarrer painting say "the horror" Marlon, waiting take it to the bridge and kill it like KRS when he left with Marley's kit-it back in '86 admitted devastating - anvil demolishing leveling - all crews are caught up in my path - my wrath astonishing demolition man / demonic king see i make 'em make 'em, say yes to super i stand for nothing, C stands for "cooler" we band together in key jams and do a lotta damage... but as a rookie i was young in the back of the club hung up on acting above 20 and laughing, i'm buzzed Trevor was sneaking' me in, 7 would easily spin elbow to beeper crowd, i'm bout to be leaving' now (say peace and a high five), a pizza at Hi Fi (the beast in me 9 lives), a feline of my size (but more like a dog man) the KORG is in Braun's hands and orbiting Mars warping to Oz in a far land (dreamer) you know you are a (dreamer) my man i'm always off somewhere to feed a deep cause on the breeze i'm a lean on cedar trees and leave to see where the bees are freer but for now it's the pie slice to finish pay the chick with the dyed highlights and spinach biceps, i rest my eyes and give it My best, i guess 9 lives diminish, ah yes devastating - anvil demolishing leveling - all crews are caught up in my path - my wrath astonishing demolition man / demonic king put the pressure on him here's curley with a big hit will curley with that hit on bisbing hit of the night hit of the night
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impoverished children in what? i don't get your rhyme explain it impoverished children in hell holes fly clothes with gazelles/Cazals and shell-toes and self respect silence - the universe fell quiet i took a wireless mic, united tribes in alliance it's a science until the only other sounds the sweep of easy wind and all that downy flake from town to space no atoms allowed to shake and vibrate, i transmit live it's high stakes on a megatron, earth's population watched like Tom Edison, lit it ablaze, i ripped it onstage the earth's population clapped to this "you got excited, you almost snapped your wrist" see it's a world tour, the thirst for more i rip it like i'm cursin' yours in diverse corners of the earth's curvatures and turfs recording rhymes i'm the king the cat that has to go for mine among - fixed gazes of all these eyes my switch blade rap slashed the clouds in the sky the rain evaporated on flats precipitation was crafted into vapors til you couldn't see past your face in Asia, i was a basket case my style was a cadence many could not grasp a battle was wack i couldn't hear what they had to say but didn't fear i could smash all day LP with a bass line something like Passion Play have fun, roll his ass away, overcast display gonna turn to clear skies, Johnny the Fox, when will they realize, we destroy it
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released March 25, 2014

Produced, mixed, engineered, written*, + mastered by Will C. • We Could Win [ASCAP]

*#6 W/ BOYCOTT BLUES (Vocals and Writing) • *#10 W/ FERNACE (Vocals and Writing) • WILLCMUSIC.COM • MMXIV

• #2 Features Special Appearance from Mr. Magic on the tag
• #7 Features Special Appearance from Kool DJ Red Alert on the intro

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