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letra de adhd flow - devine carama

while some people vice is the powder or shrome, mine is that brave man in the closet coming out soon/through a poem, see expressions what captures me, i’m different in club feeling alone in a crowded room/ read so much growing up i felt my dome expand, rough patch in my mid 20’s with the chrome in my hand/ i rap truth in your ear, but i can see you scared cause the average human fears what they don’t understand/and while i spit this sick verse for hip hop, i realize it’s a gift and curse just like a big c-ck/ cause when i’m up i make you c-nts bleed, next day she begging for my mic to make her c-m please/ i hate purist that debates what’s real hip hop, then i turn around and give’em that real hip hop/ at times i feel i’m one of the nicest doing it, devine k!lling whack mcs that’s the right tutelage/ worst rapper on the scene get burnt with a 16, each verse gasoline, diss me that’s a fuse lit/ ride the city on some david h-sselhouf ish, pray with the same hands i take her blouse off with/ lord forgive me for this wh0r- that’s stored in me, contort her body like origami that’s the pr-n in me/ but like a midget that’s hung, you can’t judge me by my appearance because what’s underneath there’s a lot more to me/ i got the power to move souls and change minds, and in an hour i do both at the same time/ most of these rappers cowards but radio spins countless, records sound like 30 rappers spitting the same rhymes/ so many urban staying (meant stations), serving the burbs and satan so 38 minutes i feel regurgitation/ so artist are confused and they copy cat with a battery in they back charged by selling units/ see queen all i want is peace of the soul, your beauty and i’m the beast, i be your heat when your cold/ growing from the cracks in the street is a rose, but the concrete forever got your roots in it’s grasp/ me, i’m flourishing amongst the weeds and the gr-ss, but it’s the rose from the street is the reason i rap/ but you breeze by dat like the seeds in that p-ss, because me and you are just not evenly yoked! uh!/ devine carama off the top of the dome, and these young kids wilding and they popping that chrome/ so i hit’em with a popular poem, like you just don’t know…./ snitch brothers got me flushing grams, out of the reach of the plummer (undefined) the reason brothers be missing for summers/ rate me, 7 is the god, i save priest of catholic the reason for your easter basket i’m the second coming/ hate me most youngsters usually b-st-rds moving in crews with ghats a form of economics/ that only need me in rashen on they knees praying and fasting usually before deceased in a casket but!/ the author of the degrees and mathematics, he breathe for the ashmatic, and cure disease in africa/ keys acrobatics i spot, speaking through bodies of priest and pastures, jesus is a rapper ha!..

- devine carama

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