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letra de the message (nas tribute) - devine carama

[hook]

devine carama, the dalai lama i am a product, of writing real for the nightquil i rhyme insomnia/ i write ill, despite chills i rhyme in sonas, like i rhyme in ghana, barack obama of the mic sk!lls/ i set precedence, i’m on the precipice of excellence, i rep lexington and i’m blessed to be a blessing with/ a renewed effort, this is truth and my confession and we combat the devil with this music with a message…

[devine carama verse 1]

for your spiritual profit put some stock in my next verse, we always had fake mcs but now we got a lot worse/ rich white boys whipping they pops jag and then taking they weekly allowance to go and try to cop work/ so they can live what they hear in rap, but if you don’t truly live it where’s the fear in that/ you ain’t brave, you just a slave to the parts born, in the caves of this art forms, where they say stars born/ while pure mcs struggle to stay relevant, the industry cradle these corny rappers that’s embellishing/ amount of weed they smoke, how many queens they poked, rounds squeezed from toast, and counting g’s on boats/ it’s lame, selling your soul to rap satan’s soundtrack, then when real beasts come, you run away when that pound clap/ see y’all shackled by the need for pounds and daps, me i ain’t about that i got freedom of the soul….

[devine carama verse 2]

its hard to hear rappers bars about aston martin, when trayvon martin another young black in a coffin/ or seeing your little brother stuff hash in a cigar but can’t cut gr-ss because his asma and he’s coughing,/
or cousins in the ghetto who rather con than work, or homies that rock j’s just to see a broad twerk/ but i never could afford those so i rock converse plus i was busy trying to marry the same place that nas birth/ not a ho but queens, with confidence bold, that can compliment the soul of king/ love dominant we solders of a regime, that’s the opposite of the populace, we are controlled by are dreams/ i’m the modern day moses chosen to bring a message, homage paid to those that paid the ultimate debt/ i will honor those by taking this flow from
the precipice, of lex to the apex where the whole globe can see….

[devine carama verse 3]

i’m a lyrical hybrid john conner and john carter, my bars bargain with god to stop war and end the slaughter/ of youth psychologically shackled with a few options, rap bars, sale crack or shoot a ball/ i emerge from all 3 to master one, i unraveled god’s gift, to teach with rapid tongue/ and i won’t stop going in minds until my soul dies, crush pieces of coal into diamond when my flow rhymes/ i want discuss rap upon oprah’s couch, and spit poems out my mouth even barack consigns/ our youth hold iron and shoot it like kobe bryant, i defuse the violence with music to cue a broken silence/ back in the day we invented cool, nowadays we lose ourselves just to be cool/ knowledge is worth more than a man’s weight in gold, i teach my daughters nefert-ti to combat amber rose/ cause too many stewards is occupying thrones at a ratio, that’s crazy plus babies having they own babies it’s crazy yo/ the ills of this world will have my little girl giving dome & f-ll-tio in school like amber cole/ in a cesspool of lies, the truth is a blessing, lessons in disguise in the booths my confession/ he rescue my life as a youth i was protected, by the weapons of christ, renewed in the new testament….

- devine carama

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