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letra de let there be light - devine carama

no major consigns, i never sold my soul to sell, all i gave was dope rhymes & tried to save souls from h-ll/
my verse at night bright, i’m like a lunar eclipse, when the earth & sun collide with the moon full lit/
and it’s perfectly aligned like my verses with each line, perfecting to beat rhymes,my paint & aisle designs/
this intro is a beam, indigo stream through the elohim, a king, freedom flows through my geans/
my soul sows a seam in the fabric of our being, no hoes but a black african queen in indigo jeans/
god is amazing, so the bars are amazing, a star, carama in the pantheon of greatness/
they said i’m too old, they said i’m too conscious, he speaks from his soul, to the streets dropping knowledge/
like a teacher dropping his syllabus, the colleges is feeling this, the hood is too, i’m like a prophet when revealing this/
jesus take the pen, so there’s god in my verse, bars spit from the pulpit evolving the church/
whether 2 million records or only 2 get the message, as long as my light shines i’m still doing gods work/
y’all can have the fame and the jewels and the hoes, y’all can have the chains, shoes and the clothes/
i just want the kids from the hood to set goals, then fulfill that potential, from concrete sprout a rose/
your kids don’t have a shot meaning they going famish, but you balling with no -ssist, player i don’t understand it/
not trying to be judgmental i’m just being candid, i’m just spitting the truth so have a seat if you can’t stand it/
man we tired of same raps, everybody bang gats everybody slang crack everybody chain platinum/
this game is art yo, soundscapes the canvas, y’all rap like pic-sso but y’all can’t paint that/
you’re raps sound like sing along, you celebrity debutaunt, devine leading the charge for this modern rap renaissance/
y’all actors not artists when you rap bars, denario on tracks you won oscars when you rap hard/
y’all ain’t lethal i’m the na’vi people, y’all need a battery in your back to be nice you just an avatar/
y’all fish with lines to eat, until the rap shark eat what you casting before it hatch like caviar/
i came in as a battle god, spoke math to catholics lost, now i rap bars like magnets to the lost attract god/
whether baptist or farad, catholic or the gods, i mastered bars, like a black marshall mathers i’m a rap god/
i make sure the raps precise and yes i am that nice, pray to god before i even get the pen and pad to write/
the reason these bars spit we are lost in the wilderness, first chapter of genesis. god said let there be light..

- devine carama

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