[Intro: Devine]
Let's get it
Yo (Yo), yo (Yo)
Devine
Here I go
My thing
[Verse 1: Devine]
Shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, mobbin' with my Coast Contra
Crew, ooh, ooh, ooh, and we blazin', this, ooh, la la
Sockin' you niggas that expected me to rap about my nah nah, uh uh
I'm too much of a privilege and since I got attention on me, I cannot be frivolous
My callin' got extensions on me, driven by purpose
Intentional with vision 'cause His promise is worth it
My spirit lyrical, the flow is divergent
So when I speak it, get on yo feet, rap to this beat, nigga, it's urgent
Been in my own lane, focused even when I swerve
Staying sucka free, so sucka mothalovas get the curve, skrrt
To all of that fugazi, I'm nothin' like these birds
This light might blind you, not one to filter
Can't photoshop this destiny, this pen is my chauffeur
Drive Satan real crazy and let the hate occur
Cold with it how I elevate this energy, burrr
[Verse 2: Ras Austin]
Uh, check me out, yo
My shadows hunt the street light
My echoes linger from verses I recite
My inner peace could heckle street fights, I speak nice
It's a spectacular, vernacular, it's effortless
I raised the stakes to Dracula, that's definite, maxed up
The Gawd yellin' on guard
Cross swords with a blade of grass in a turf war
Who want Earth more, who's worth more
I dropped too many jewels to afford, some choose to ignore
The richest man could die poorest
Spiritual wealth, my heart beat, the rhythm get felt
I play percussion on ya ear drums, now listen well (Shhh)
Silence is golden, poverty get loudly spoken
They whole sound is wild provoking while we thought provoking
Lyrics, I wrote 'em
Spirits could quote 'em from the inside of my scrotum
'Cause I son niggas and never know 'em, just show 'em
Levels like architects, the perfect archetype for all respect
I'm here till God collect
God body, the God emcee, making sure souls get bodied
Reversing homi's, the reaper gon' rewind me
I fell on deaf ears and spoke life to resurrect kids
My time is right near, lift your hours glass and cheers
We black, in fact, we privileged
Got rack on rack through stimulus, I scrap my scrap book
As a matter of fact, I rap unlimited
Black presented it, Max submitted it
Hacks presented it, lacked incentive
Mad 'cause many of them wack ass rap tracks you listening lack resemblance to me
Nigga, my shit so hard, I need mo' pussy, uh
Instrumental gushy, fuck my broad then bust a sixty, uh
Up and bust a flow, fuck around and bust the door
Wide open, when it's opportunity knockin', say hello
Nigga, yeah
Let's get it
Yo (Yo), yo (Yo)
Devine
Here I go
My thing
[Verse 1: Devine]
Shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, mobbin' with my Coast Contra
Crew, ooh, ooh, ooh, and we blazin', this, ooh, la la
Sockin' you niggas that expected me to rap about my nah nah, uh uh
I'm too much of a privilege and since I got attention on me, I cannot be frivolous
My callin' got extensions on me, driven by purpose
Intentional with vision 'cause His promise is worth it
My spirit lyrical, the flow is divergent
So when I speak it, get on yo feet, rap to this beat, nigga, it's urgent
Been in my own lane, focused even when I swerve
Staying sucka free, so sucka mothalovas get the curve, skrrt
To all of that fugazi, I'm nothin' like these birds
This light might blind you, not one to filter
Can't photoshop this destiny, this pen is my chauffeur
Drive Satan real crazy and let the hate occur
Cold with it how I elevate this energy, burrr
[Verse 2: Ras Austin]
Uh, check me out, yo
My shadows hunt the street light
My echoes linger from verses I recite
My inner peace could heckle street fights, I speak nice
It's a spectacular, vernacular, it's effortless
I raised the stakes to Dracula, that's definite, maxed up
The Gawd yellin' on guard
Cross swords with a blade of grass in a turf war
Who want Earth more, who's worth more
I dropped too many jewels to afford, some choose to ignore
The richest man could die poorest
Spiritual wealth, my heart beat, the rhythm get felt
I play percussion on ya ear drums, now listen well (Shhh)
Silence is golden, poverty get loudly spoken
They whole sound is wild provoking while we thought provoking
Lyrics, I wrote 'em
Spirits could quote 'em from the inside of my scrotum
'Cause I son niggas and never know 'em, just show 'em
Levels like architects, the perfect archetype for all respect
I'm here till God collect
God body, the God emcee, making sure souls get bodied
Reversing homi's, the reaper gon' rewind me
I fell on deaf ears and spoke life to resurrect kids
My time is right near, lift your hours glass and cheers
We black, in fact, we privileged
Got rack on rack through stimulus, I scrap my scrap book
As a matter of fact, I rap unlimited
Black presented it, Max submitted it
Hacks presented it, lacked incentive
Mad 'cause many of them wack ass rap tracks you listening lack resemblance to me
Nigga, my shit so hard, I need mo' pussy, uh
Instrumental gushy, fuck my broad then bust a sixty, uh
Up and bust a flow, fuck around and bust the door
Wide open, when it's opportunity knockin', say hello
Nigga, yeah
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