Devine Carama the Dalai Lama I am a product of writing real for the NyQuil I rhyme insomnia,/ I write ill despite chills I rhyme in Ghana like I rhyme in sonas, Barack Obama of the mic skill/ what I write fills these white pills that a stripe seals, I write heals like a knight kneel and pay me homage/ on the mic recording what I write likings a strike of lightening I'm a hybrid I'm Mike Jordan, Mike Tyson & Mike Dyson/ oh your boy rhyme, well my bars will take his life I spit Walt White to your boy my bars Racine/ back in '04 the city couldn't with it, then Ye outsold 50, and the game started shifting/ plus kids out east was toting the four fifth and, now there was a need for a rapper who uplifted/ foes tried to copy but the flow was so Godly, I could give them rhyme books & they still couldn't spit it/ Goooooooood...
See it's the way that I'm leaning on the words, or my past with them ratchets, Trouble scheming on a bird/ Northface over the hoodie cold season on the curb, but I could feel the difference when gangstas looked me in the eyes / peddling the dro while the sourcers cooked pies, I would rhyme while they cook provide seasoning and herb/
Multiple submissions I be pissing off DopeShake, my bad I'm just hungry trying bake cake/ not as in bread or money but the cooch box, I give life my straw until she leaking out her juice box/ too many raps about the sizes in they shoe box, or how they shoot Glocks, I move knots around these fake greats/
Its like every rapper smokes until he's high, make it rain until it floods, or copping dope and cooking pies / all these young dudes got wings but never fly, peacocks, street not, the heat cock, too many die/ see Devine is an eagle, so when rhyming to the people I gotta snatch their cerebral from the street to the sky/
The worm out the apple hook the fish from out the harbor, then I fathered two daughters and now the gods dodging karma/ But what do expect when a king sits upon his porcelain to poop, and his manhood is nearly dipping in the water/ I paint vivid pics so even the blind envision the slaughter, I will die for what I author, take me out Devine's a martyr/ did a complete 180 from a brothel to a nunnery, obviously not literally, the opposite, tongue and cheek/ but if one of my angels gets pregnant, my genes better shine through bright, I want to see my daughters son in me/ compile zip files, of Gandhi knowledge in a summary, console my grand son when he dreams of coppers gunning me/ I'm a revolutionary to the reverends truth vary, the message to youth scary in the darkness bring the sun with me..
Trying to stay in shape I'm on a low carb diet, I gotta match my queen's shape, I'm the star of her iris/ when my soul is lethargic and tired, she makes me whole, now I flow with these bars from papyrus/
My Archdiocese march and riot and spark fires, & target my highest market with fliers until I chart higher/ and song stays in rotation like car tires, and keep they ear to the streets like narc wires/ while I'm chilling in the dark by a barn fire, reading the bible, trying to absorb chapter Mark in quiet/ but Sheisty said quit rapping like Martin Luther, recapture my past as Lucifer, & start acting stupid/ I don't have to go back to them packs & blasting ruggers, just target these wack rappers and attack them with bars ruthless/ ok.. See I use to plague Adolf Hitler's dreams and thoughts the king they called nigga, I'm the cape that offed the Riddler/ I'm the black Zolf Digler that paint bars like pictures, I trained hard with these lyrics, just blame God I'm gifted / with each stroke a vessel I'm artistic, I'm so special I'm autistic in the vestibule with the arch bishops/ I live with the kings but march with niggas, lyrically Bruce Lee with the art, sparing with ninjas/ I'm authentic, the god splendid, I tell my queen not to lose her arch see I'm use to wombs of broads timid/ In the back of cars rented killing it with car scented almond minted, wheels armor finished call the Guinness / this gotta be an earth record the way murk reckless with earth sex'em, I should have required her birth record/ what y'all thought this would be another verse with a message, nah this verse is curse dispersed as the perfect method/ to kill, Devine Ill, I astound Cake and this verse is so decadent/ man it's not enough lyrics and too much fasade, though it's one Holy Spirit, too many claiming that they god/ all these rappers talk about is their chain and their cars, rarely do I see MCs get into their zone/ Kanye and Hov is telling me to watch the throne so what I did was go home and closed my eyes and pictured Nas / I never get the respect I deserve, from the rappers in my city, but they know that my spots reserved/ see y'all can talk about his hats, shoes And all the fashion but ain't none of y'all ucking with Carama on the words/ see that's why I don't even hang around you lame fakes, cash wow you I'm the opposite I astound cake...
