The Treatment - Ohmega Watts

I got a cure

I got a pure way of speaking to the people on tour

I got a little truth if you’re simply unsure

I can fit it to your mind’s contour 'til your spine wants more

I’m fine on the floor, but I’d rather stand

Rather hand what I can to child, woman, and man

I’d rather build a fan base slow

Rather teach you, I reach with a grand grade show

I’ll give it all I got and I need none back

I’ll spit it 'til it’s hot and all I need’s one track

I’ll give it 'cause it’s been given to me, I’ll give it cuz I’m s’posed to

Give it to you free, don’t matter if I know you

Love gotta show through, me and my whole crew

Fill your bank account better than some dough do

Cities that I blow through go cold crush

Those that I touch gotta feel a slow rush

This is a treatment, a method which takes time to master

Stylistic shapes and form, out of the norm

Big Rec, Braille, and Manchild bringing it on

Armed forces forced to forfeit against the linguistic swordsman

Crack a cookie for a fortune, biting my style is forbidden

Wisdom contain, in chambers, locked in my mentality

How I kill the beat with skills elite is an unsolved mystery

Solved, by the detective, inspecting the scene with keen eyes

You write rhymes with green eyes, I write to free minds

In neon signs, easily noticed, among the chaos and madness

You paperweight, plastic, never gonna be classic

Class is in session, I cipher with freestyle methods

That paint the wall better then your pen sketches, catch this

Sales pitch that Braille rips, microphones immensely

If I blow they’ll probably call me, the next Elvis Presley

Press me on CDs and Wax, tapes are obsolete like your style is

Your style is obsolete cause you have none

I scatter mine, climb the ladder, continue to grow

Your performance ain’t live, you’re just putting on a show

I’m showing and proving, shaking and moving, the medication is soothing

Rocking often, dropping wattage, to unclog the blockage to your heart

That’s the target that we’re aimed at, the truth hurts

That’s how we bring the pain and the treatment on the same track

This is a treatment, a method which takes time to master

Stylistic shapes and form, out of the norm

Big Rec, Braille, and Manchild bringing it on

This is a treatment, pay attention to the lesson at hand

Grand or a million couldn’t buy these stats

Yeah, you writing exact, now we bringing it back

I wreck shop by nature, direct shots, I?

you

Direct spots, behavior inappropriate for label on microphones

I major in mastering the vision, giving 'em spirit limitless

To rhythm I’m indigenous

My stimulus is impetus impeding all the impotent

They who force the ignorance ignite, I do diminish men

On mics I might just finish them

Proper treatment of the culture’s missing, intimidation

Can’t fit in when witnessing, this African American

Guy and he’s warrior, breaking through corridors

Of the fallacyville who ain’t listening

Sticking in the fickle with the tickle four

Passage, I frustrate the fake and jacks, the art of rap I’m taking back

Flow ambidextrous, left, right, back into the jab

Testing this to get you left, right back into the lab

A lesson in emceeing, wrecking style, vomit, spots

Sparking the conclusion of a riot like Ohmega Watts

This is a treatment, a method which takes time to master

Stylistic shapes and form, out of the norm

Big Rec, Braille, and Manchild bringing it on

This is a treatment, pay attention to the lesson at hand

Grand or a million couldn’t buy these stats

Yeah, you writing exact, now we bringing it back