Tornado Alley
You can't take Us for granted
I stay steady taking chances
Ain't never been no gambler
Kenny Rogers, with the hands up
Mike Tyson, with a that left hook
I'm writing, a level up
These rhymers, ain't credible
They bite my style, like edible
Plagiarist, non-legible
I play no games, Hannibal
Eat emcees, cannibal
I'm a way too STRANGE animal
Teaching with no manual
No pamphlets, Intangible
Hourglass, Sand Granules
So timeless, no metronome
I ain't signing contracts no
Grinding international
I'm rhyme like natural
On beats, like factual
Oklahoma, Atlas Dogg
Cowboy with Tornadic Flow
Fujita Scale Antidotes
I make you stay a fan of us
Norman Oklahoma
Lawton Oklahoma
Tulsa Oklahoma
Oklahoma city Oklahoma
Bred and born Oklahoma
Where the Buffalos are Roaming
Land of Redman, don't you know it
Support your Local Artists
Back in the house
And smelling kinda loud
We stay packing in crowds
Each day smashing out sounds
To make your Maddens move round
And get cho Prada's acting wild
Let your hair on down
Then drop it to the ground
Excuse me,
French Kiss;
Waitress I need more water
Cause the beats to fya
And my peeps, so live
Run D.M.C. Vibe
And I won't stop rocking till I retire
In Bass Drums we trust
We can't be touched
No M.C. Hammer pants
No gimmicks, a plus
Lyricists, no cuss
Turn up the bass
Show me that your feeling us
Shake this place and fill it up
In THIS HEARTLAND, Oklahoma
Feel the love in Oklahoma
Give it back to the native homelands
We even love them COWBOYS
The reason for Oklahoma
Them farmer agriculturists
In Oklahoma we home grow em
TORNADO ALLEY, with that THUNDER
Now
Stomp, clap
And, Rock, back
To the, Bass, kick
And the High, hat
Sixteenths and thirty-seconds
Now Ride that
I'm an Oklahoman
Hip Hop Hillbilly Type Cat
Get it how you live it
But it's better when you give it
That's why you see me GIDDY UP
Cowboy Yeah
Ain't got no competition
Just freedom when I spit it
I love love I'm livin and
I rhyme to re-gift it
Jump move around
Till you find your groove
Jump up and down
Whilst we enlighten you
It's high time to get low
For a finer view
Cause it's the finer things in life
That I'm trying to do
So go on and hold on to Toto
Gary England forecast outlook
The Heartland state is out churr
Y'all need to take up shelter
Uptown underground my cellar
It's high time that I tell ya
Urban Cowboy got you jumping
I'm the Oklahoma Frontman
I stay steady taking chances
Ain't never been no gambler
Kenny Rogers, with the hands up
Mike Tyson, with a that left hook
I'm writing, a level up
These rhymers, ain't credible
They bite my style, like edible
Plagiarist, non-legible
I play no games, Hannibal
Eat emcees, cannibal
I'm a way too STRANGE animal
Teaching with no manual
No pamphlets, Intangible
Hourglass, Sand Granules
So timeless, no metronome
I ain't signing contracts no
Grinding international
I'm rhyme like natural
On beats, like factual
Oklahoma, Atlas Dogg
Cowboy with Tornadic Flow
Fujita Scale Antidotes
I make you stay a fan of us
Norman Oklahoma
Lawton Oklahoma
Tulsa Oklahoma
Oklahoma city Oklahoma
Bred and born Oklahoma
Where the Buffalos are Roaming
Land of Redman, don't you know it
Support your Local Artists
Back in the house
And smelling kinda loud
We stay packing in crowds
Each day smashing out sounds
To make your Maddens move round
And get cho Prada's acting wild
Let your hair on down
Then drop it to the ground
Excuse me,
French Kiss;
Waitress I need more water
Cause the beats to fya
And my peeps, so live
Run D.M.C. Vibe
And I won't stop rocking till I retire
In Bass Drums we trust
We can't be touched
No M.C. Hammer pants
No gimmicks, a plus
Lyricists, no cuss
Turn up the bass
Show me that your feeling us
Shake this place and fill it up
In THIS HEARTLAND, Oklahoma
Feel the love in Oklahoma
Give it back to the native homelands
We even love them COWBOYS
The reason for Oklahoma
Them farmer agriculturists
In Oklahoma we home grow em
TORNADO ALLEY, with that THUNDER
Now
Stomp, clap
And, Rock, back
To the, Bass, kick
And the High, hat
Sixteenths and thirty-seconds
Now Ride that
I'm an Oklahoman
Hip Hop Hillbilly Type Cat
Get it how you live it
But it's better when you give it
That's why you see me GIDDY UP
Cowboy Yeah
Ain't got no competition
Just freedom when I spit it
I love love I'm livin and
I rhyme to re-gift it
Jump move around
Till you find your groove
Jump up and down
Whilst we enlighten you
It's high time to get low
For a finer view
Cause it's the finer things in life
That I'm trying to do
So go on and hold on to Toto
Gary England forecast outlook
The Heartland state is out churr
Y'all need to take up shelter
Uptown underground my cellar
It's high time that I tell ya
Urban Cowboy got you jumping
I'm the Oklahoma Frontman
Credits
Writer(s): Roberto Hernández
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