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A remake to the original instrumental "Draft Day" by Drake.

Vocals: COngruence
Mixing/Effects/Mastering: COngruence

Lyrics:

OMAHA

It’s Peyton Manning,

Hall of fame ain’t ashamed of my goofy manners,

Small town, white bread, just a slender Stevie,

We’re heading to the Super Bowl, bitch, undefeated,

Papa Johns just called up the boy for the feature,

And Archie got the production so don’t miss the meeting,

Don’t question who I be cause I’m lookin to score,

You're putting points in your body I’ll put em on the board,

And my team can go long, so watch out Richard Sherman,

Intelligence only gets you so far if your mind ain’t open,

Anquan Boldin? (Vernon Davis) just signed for 9 mil and who’s up to bat?,

Defense will cut your neck, and your back, it’s the DeMarcus Ware attack,

This is where it’s at,

So watch out for the cunning lynguistics that I reflect in rap,

Cause my creativity is inchin me to move the chains,

It’s my new series boy, and Congruence is in position,

So when you come to Colorado and you feel the tightest rhythm,

Just know that we don’t take none of that bullshit attitude,

We just blow trees, be real, and elevate to an altitude,

Tightest women are a site, they the nicest oo what up CU Boulder?

And Denver could get it too, where all my Cappa Sigmas?

Tri delta your formation till you break the coverage,

Switch it up, and audible that bitch until she loves it,

And if she do, then you bet I’m goin for the upset,

Break her beneath the sheets until she’s weak & obsessed,

Then the offense comes in and starts to make the comeback,

Aqib Talib will pick it off and start to make the runback,

And my boys work hard and fast like the Longest Yard,

Or the maggots, where Nelly at?

Or Fetty Wap, they’ve disappeared in the very back,

Bring my image to the front, feel it and don’t front,

Cause a lot of dudes can’t even make the post season,

And a lot of you are beneath my circumference of thinking,

I’m at a higher place, smoke this bud, get high as,

Eight thousand foot mountains all up in the highest place,

Rep for my city where the Lights Are Pretty,

Or pretty lights whatever man that dude’s hella trippy,

Come to Red Rocks pop bottles and get hella trippy,

Mac Miller feels the style, he’s hella ripped see,

Cause my blood is thinner, I’m a winner of a whole new breed,

The next one to come up in this deep blue sea,

Great white, smoke up all your style and unleash the beast,

Blow the eether, legal trees all around my scene,

And I prefer green, not black, matter fact,

Where Champ Bailey at?

That fool tokes up on the daily,

You act surprised? You heard it here first, that dude’s hella cheifin,

But he’s retired RIP to his final season,

But he ain’t the reason, I was born and raised in the coldest of seasons,

Where your nose hairs freeze when it’s negative eight degrees and,

And the snow packs up and sinks your knees &,

Your weak and then mother nature just ate up your purpose,

I’d like to think my rhymes are hella tight, it could be worth it,

Cause I’m the hardest workin mother fucker who has a purpose,

Spread the peace, bring you together like my shit was perfect,

But I’m setting records, signed the contract, Rocky Mountain Records,

Heckle the next emcee who thinks they are the Shepard,

Cause my dogs are pitbulls and we’ll rip your necks up,

I'm getting becky in the back of my homie's Lexus,

But don’t tell that fool cause he thinks it wasn’t me,

Stained the seats, just came on your lines and your beats

This year, 2015

And for the greatest, number 18,

For all who don’t respect me as the reason

The name is Peyton Manning bitch, it’s championship season