Believing In Forever (Album)

by Devine Carama

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Believing In Forever is a motivational speech to young MCs coming into the game. In an instant gratification regeneration that often forgets it's linage and those that laid the path before them, this album is a reminder to them that integrity wins in the end. The theme of this album goes beyond the scope of just a rapper's plight. We all often struggle between our passion and getting paid, what we love and making a living, our purpose and our priorities. Just trying to balance it all out. But at the end of the day if you stay true to your culture, your craft, your purpose, and give your all you WIN regardless of the outcome. This album is about not investing in things that are temporary but rather believing in forever..

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released October 27, 2014

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Track 4, 6, 10, 14 produced by S&G Beatz. Track 3 & 12 produced by J.O.D. Track 5 produced by Sir Flywalker. Track 7 produced by Starks Beats. Track 2 produced by Cool FD Beats. Track 8 produced by Lofidel. Track 9 & 16 produced by Andrew Lopez. Track 11 produced by Enter The Cosmos. Track 13 produced by 2 Mello. Track 15 produced by Eianjay Of Beat Addictz All tracks mixed and master by JK-47. All lyrics written by Devine Carama (Richard Spaulding) Album cover created by Eye Dezign and back art and insert art created by Tyvic Stallworth

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Devine Carama Lexington, Kentucky

Devine Carama is a lyrical driven & conscious hip hop artist and social activist from Lexington, KY. He has worked with and opened up for acts such as Nappy Roots, LL Cool J, Allen Poe, Canibus & De La Soul, J. Cole & Little Brother. His music has been covered in The Source, Vibe, & Complex Magazine. ... more

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Track Name: Corner Of Flow Ave & 5th (Intro)
On Dead sea scrolls what I was rapping was lethal, now I'm back to teach you how, for nostalgia with this album, Believing In Forever, I'm back with the sequel/ battle me it's like a pterodactyl scrapping with an eagle, I mastered the beat absent & no match up is equal/these rappers now are actors & even they act is see through, but I'm sparring with my past that would probably disappoint moms and dad to preaching like a pastor to lead you/
a God sent savage, worse then bad meets evil, polar bear bars in the Arctic snacking on seagulls/ I use to practice my raps in the back of my dads jeep eagle, so I could attack your cerebral and classics I feed you/ i was a baptist fasting in the back of catholic cathedral, until the black master teacher gave me the math so I could get intact with the past of my African people/this Is art class & I'm painting my bars black on an easel
You'd be hard pressed to to look in a dark sky & find a star brighter, I'm a Martian on Mars, writing bars I'm higher/ My flow to the mainstream is like David sparring with Goliath, I got the heart of lion like Hogan when he conquered Andre the giant/ come March with my archdiosis, my bars tighter than a vice your grips is arthritis, through God I'm righteous but I'm starving to carve and shave your favorite artist with barber's preciseness/ these marks be lying about targeting and firing and sparking the iron, I'm through Like God shining with no proof arguing with science/I'm the truth...then I mentally get intimate with your
Wise's earth, I'm sick person because my version of intimate is perversion/ it's disturbing, like I live in disturbia I'm a wizard with verses the precism of my incision is surgical/ the lyrical version of Prince of Persia, even when my visions blurred, I whip the suburban through vintage suburban/Not caring & blaring some Slick Rick spitting a sermon or Eric Sermon, full of swearing & cursing & tales of burning stiffs & spitting determined, urban wordsmiths that as a kid I learned from l/ Even your man said I king! I'm like Freddy Kruger etched in dream demanding ransom for your queen, mentally/ I went from the man messing with feigns off the tan,& grams of the methlomine, or amphetamines, To expanding the scene which the land beneath the feet that MC stand has increased and when the man which is me took his dream to a plan and succeeded and I don't need a beat or a topic or anthems I'm a beast shoot any moment shots gone knock me off the mezzanine .like King.
Track Name: Classic Material
Hook
I put my soul and thought in crafting my rhymes because I wanna make a (Classic, classic)...
I'm a decade in, it took time before my Legacy was truly defined (Classic, classic).. Picking up the mic is not s right it's a privilege, I keep that in my when I'm writing these sentences, I want make a life better for my two kids.. So I gotta make a (Classic, classic)...

Verse 1
Every time out I'm so precise with the album, always rip the mic regardless the size of the crowd and/I was always taught, you rip the mic apart, if the attendance in that bar is only 5 or 1000/ and go hard until it's hard to catch your breathe, manipulate the mic cord be careful watch your step/ and it's up to you to get the crowd moving if the shows flat, & never ever rap over your vocals on your show track / on the hooks it's ok but on your verses man that so wack, but your purpose is deeper than rap so let me show that/I don't think y'all overstand, Rap is the minimal, I want my cause's effect to last in residual/ Capture your mental when the pad hits the pencil, craft graphic visuals that last in your temple/ like a pastor to your spiritual, I practice the rituals I master my lyrical this is classic material..

Hook
I put my soul and thought in crafting my rhymes because I wanna make a (Classic, classic)...
I'm a decade in, it took time before my Legacy was truly defined (Classic, classic).. Picking up the mic is not s right it's a privilege, I keep that in my when I'm writing these sentences, I want make a life better for my two kids.. So I gotta make a (Classic, classic)...

Verse 2
Yo your verse are nice but I can tell you lying, so peaceful in person, but on tracks you snipe the iron/ man I need a leader, rather a lion leading 5 sheep than a sheep leading a pride full of lions/ Y'all going to end up dying trying to live your words, just rap what you live instead of trying to live what you rhyming/ Oh you hungry? Cool, let me show how Devine cook, classic here's some food for thought out the rhyme book/ Y'all following fads Y'all doing the same things, wearing the same cloths and using the same slang/ it's hard to be unique when y'all all trying to different, so in the end Ya'll weirdos is really just the same/ I don't do it for the change, or to be a star with chain, but for the art and to change the hearts & the brain/of those hopeless, of those lost in wilderness, it's more than cashing in I gotta give y'all a classic...

Hook
I put my soul and thought in crafting my rhymes because I wanna make a (Classic, classic)...
I'm a decade in, it took time before my Legacy was truly defined (Classic, classic).. Picking up the mic is not s right it's a privilege, I keep that in my when I'm writing these sentences, I want make a life better for my two kids.. So I gotta make a (Classic, classic)...
Track Name: Old Carama Back
Verse 1
Do you know what's it's like to move in places you ain't built for, mask over your face in all black gripping the steel 4/ peace in your heart, but that piece ready to spark, trying to find an excuse drastic enough to kill for/ Trying to make ends meet you rolling with night vandals, now another black king deceased night visuals light candles/ I saw God in my dreams with ebony skin & white sandals, he told me to make Heavenly soundscapes like Christ sampled/since the day I got saved I won't lie I can't fuss, when I wake up every morning to God's paint brush/I'm smoother than Tony Gwyn when he doubled to right center, I was knighted by the emperor Sheisty, the black Knights Templar/ I fight with a temper, but through the mic Christ enters, so righteous in her walk I'm spoiled in my wifey's splendor/ she's so bomb, my flow bonkers, who foes honor, the Nostradamus, in golden armor, it's old Carama....

Verse 2
Rip trouble we worked for the same sorcerer, he did it to pay for college I did it to feed my daughters/ I remember all them classics in Starks' crib we recorded, I respected his gangsta he respected my steps ordered/ by a higher power, so when Satan's Koopa spit fire power, I matched it when the black Mario devoured that fire flower/
It's more then just making a different, Satan is relentless, my lyrics paint pictures that visualize to atheist the scriptures/ the blocks jinga and Glock squeezing and twots Katrina, so cocks FEMA, feigns face in that white like Noxzema/ they daddy rap hard but my daughters love pop singers, I'm a champ with bars not even the Rock could stop John Cena/ These rappers trash the old Carama got the mop to clean up, my opera sing at your wake in an octave rocking the ceiling/ cops squeezing at Kings with no toasters, so I gotta rep, you dudes numb to the best if you not feeling....
Track Name: Satan Radio (66.6 FM)
Hook
Every other verse bout clapping the shells, every other hook bout crack and it sells and the fabricated tales, soundtrack for hell SATAN OWNS THE RADIO...
Don't rap about school man rap about work, we don't care about her mind can she clap can she twerk, Man cock that nine or let the 38 squirt.. SATAN OWNS THE RADIO..

Verse1
(I will play you if busting your gat, bars full of white and you hustling crack, and I don't care if she smart and if the lords in her heart, or if she's into the art, just tell me if her booty fat/all upcoming MCs must shoot gage, I don't wanna hear about you shooting the fade/ cop some Js, a tight Boosie fade fade, go start a fight & upload it on your YouTube page/ in order to get buzz man you gotta get hits, and come to station and bring you a hit/ never call woman a queen only a bitch, rap with conscious I ain't playing that shit/come through stunting in my white air forces, make them feel wack if they chain ain't enormous,/ and if they wrist ain't plat they really ain't important, skip class, get math slanging in the corner.... )

Hook
Every other verse bout clapping the shells, every other hook bout crack and it sells and the fabricated tales, soundtrack for hell SATAN OWNS THE RADIO...
Don't rap about school man rap about work, we don't care about her mind can she clap can she twerk, Man cock that nine or let the 38 squirt.. SATAN OWNS THE RADIO..

Verse 2
I done seen crack inhaled through I pipe, I seen dudes clap that metal in a fight/ ive seen crews go to jail for the white, I done seen a dude smacked the hell out his wife/ but i also saw a black man in a house all white, with two beautiful daughters and a queen for wife/ y'all don't give kids a choice, it seems like you muzzle Gods voice, then give the devil the mic / (man fuck all dat, yeah the presidents black, but most of you brothers still stuck in the trap/ bust ya gats and hustling crack, because if you ain't rapping that then I ain't playing your track/ these kids don't wanna hear you preaching a dream, they just wanna smoke and slang dope to the feigns/) but instead force feeding them a plate of greens, Ima crush up this medicine and put it right in there ice cream/ see the key is you gotta be slick in approach, capture your mind then get they soul/ devil own the airwaves but heaven got a stairway but they take out the steps when you get to close/ every single night to The Lord I'm praying, the morning the am the force is amazing/ so I thank God the course created was more cause this radio is owned by Satan..

Hook
Every other verse bout clapping the shells, every other hook bout crack and it sells and the fabricated tales, soundtrack for hell SATAN OWNS THE RADIO...
Don't rap about school man rap about work, we don't care about her mind can she clap can she twerk, Man cock that nine or let the 38 squirt.. SATAN OWNS THE RADIO..
Track Name: Beat Of The Heartland (Lexington) f. Jocelyn
Verse 1
Everybody welcome to the Bluegrass, Lextown KY where dudes spit them true raps/the jewels are heaven sent truth never imbelishing, a fusion of the elements, from the club to that boom Bap/ I been dropping knowledge since they tore down the projects, bluegrass asendale to that court called Charlotte/I remember when Smithtown day was so crazy, Mino performed on stage when I was hollering at Stacy/ parking on Vine & hitting the Roots all day, or at least got me a fish sandwhich or a funnel cake/ and since we in the last days you know that tech spark, hit Super Sunday but better bounce before it gets dark/ eastside bred but Southside raised, Lexington Kentucky is the place that I stay/ BBN man I always got the team on, tell Coach Call to make this the Cats theme song.,..

Hook
Lexington KY where the My queens say "Oh.. Oh..." And my fellas "OOOOOOOH"!! It's your Devine Carama representing on mic and I promise to do it right cause... (I LOVE MY KY)

To all the little girls you not bish, you a queen, to all the young brothers remember that your king/ play ball, be a doctor go to school chase your dream/ and when you make it you scream.. (I LOVE MY KY)

Verse 2
Shouts to the brothers Corey & Brannon Dunn I remember you and Q went saved Charles Young/ shouts to Anthony Everett who came here from Texas, spreading Gods word to streets he's been such a blessing/ shouts michael Robinson for inviting me into his place, in 05 him and Derrick showed me the meaning of Total Grace/ 5 years that was become his church's name sake, volley back and forth with the devil like you James Blake/ shouts to Sheisty Khrist for helping get better, and Deacon teaching balance between substance & being clever/ much respect to Johnnie Johnson for teaching me about culture, and how to stay course in a room full of vultures/ shouts to the Muhommads I can't thank you enough, and Walter Tunis and Herald Leader for always showing love/ God gave me the gift to paint my art in the street, We the city that makes Kentuckys heart go beat...

Hook
Lexington KY where the My queens say "Oh.. Oh..." And my fellas "OOOOOOOH"!! It's your Devine Carama representing on mic and I promise to do it right cause... (I LOVE MY KY)

To all the little girls you not bish, you a queen, to all the young brothers remember that your king/ play ball, be a doctor go to school chase your dream/ and when you make it you scream.. (I LOVE MY KY)

Verse 3
Lexington is known for the hoops & the horses, but it's also known when the truth is recorded/ every weekend we wining it ain't nothing to do, them clappers go bow cause we got something to prove/ but it's power in my words I try to reach them from the booth, presenting them power of words I try to get them in the schools/ unlike yall I live what I write, when I'm spitting through the mic in trying to give these kids light....

Hook
Lexington KY where the My queens say "Oh.. Oh..." And my fellas "OOOOOOOH"!! It's your Devine Carama representing on mic and I promise to do it right cause... (I LOVE MY KY)

To all the little girls you not bish, you a queen, to all the young brothers remember that your king/ play ball, be a doctor go to school chase your dream/ and when you make it you scream.. (I LOVE MY KY)
Track Name: Nicest MC You Never Heard About
Verse 1
Devine Carama the nicest you never heard about
Unless you play under the ground and heard of me word of mouth/
I'm Atlas to your earth, I'm the snake taking your bird out
Bet you never knew a rapper this clean repping the Dirty South/
No gun clapper I front rappers they back off
My tongue rapping & I son rappers whose dad's soft/
Or wasn't there, we tuck flare if you risk ours
The .5 or .9 go Bow Wow like Shad Moss/
These rappers are boring and wack and rap lacks importance
In class the poorest cause that hash got these rappers dormant/
While they relax in they choruses, I master endurance
With vocalist show tracks give'em classic performances/
Me and queen increase through attraction, endorphins
I'm a king and I'm black, and my sacs is enormous/
You probably heard of Carama word of mouth...
I'm the nicest MC you never heard about


Verse 2
Yeah I been locked up but thank God I was short time
That's why I don't judge those who come out switching or snorting lines/
I just try to reach them in the booth when I record rhymes
36 chambers like the youth squeezing four nines/
That's 36 plus 4 grams that's 4 dimes
My verses piff I force mans to snort lines/
Strong enough to reel in a swordfish with a short line
The only Christians chilling with the gods eating pork grinds/
I'm a fan of hand ruckus not hammer busting
But if that man tuck it and then show it then maaaaan bust it/
Everybody gotta list watch me ruin that mans bucket
My name will rock bells from Ye's seed to Nantucket/
In other words from the north west to the north east
Carama's flow by Lord bless, aborted by the beast/
Only way your girl could have heard of me was word of mouth...
I'm the nicest MC you never heard about

Verse 3
Man, look at all this traffic In Hiphop, beep beep!!
Rappers come and go like it's nothing word to Chief Keef/
When the last jawn you heard that's worth a repeat?!
Man who going to save the game now, Carama... me me!!!/
The black Peter Parker this is Jesus verses the parliament
Only time I lose is with my queen in an argument/
I am still king like Ali with the parkinson's
Lyrically holding heat when I squeeze I'm like an archer/
380 pull it like Brady with the bullets
He could stop and shoot on a dime like McGrady with the pull up/
This is Devine, trace my steps & get your features
But you still lack rhymes & substances you can't reach reach us/
I'm tired of all these lames dudes whose aims views
Expecting to reach their zenith without out even paying dues/
Man.... I bet you first heard of Carama word of mouth
I'm the nicest MC you never heard about
Track Name: Pantheon Of Greatness f. Jocelyn
Hook
I am so incredible....
Southside raised I am a resident of Lexington, Heaven sent & impressive, on the presipice of excellent/
I am so amazing....
Carama is human antithesis to all the falseness, my time is near I'm on the pantheon of greatness....


Verse 1
My art is refined, from bar fights survived sparking of tech nines, to spitting bars like Technine/ I'm a bar tactician the way I architect rhymes, like Marvelous Marvin you sparring with the best in his prime/ the OG with the baby the queens be like awww, but rhymes so nice all dudes be like gawwwd/ he spit with such knowledge the gangstas say he so smart, but his so styles so brolic the nerds thinking he hard....

Hook
I am so incredible....
Southside raised I am a resident of Lexington, Heaven sent & impressive, on the presipice of excellent/
I am so amazing....
Carama is human antithesis to all the falseness, my time is near I'm on the pantheon of greatness....

Verse 2
I look half my age, and I'm nicer than all these young dudes, oh you wanna play, on the mic I'm precise like Kung Fu/ Hiphop is my queen, and I love to show her what my tongue do, I devour with food for worship without verses about the gun shoot/ JK Bring it back, mic check 1, 2, try to holla at my moon I'm too bright on the mic I sun you/ but I love to see young warriors succeed, so if you beat me, you will become king so even when I lose they say I won too...

Hook
I am so incredible....
Southside raised I am a resident of Lexington, Heaven sent & impressive, on the presipice of excellent/
I am so amazing....
Carama is human antithesis to all the falseness, my time is near I'm on the pantheon of greatness....


Verse 3
Carama something like E Muhammad boxing the serpent, so godly I have Muhammad from Ghana offering in churches/Strong enough to take a devout Christian from God worshipping, back to Ghana praising Allah in the Masc with a turban/ man the game is so dirty I cleanse it box of detergent, I'm Muhammad Ali snatching the wife Donald Sterling/shaking... I spit raps that manifest hood dreams, I don't want a bad bish I wanna good queen...

Hook
I am so incredible....
Southside raised I am a resident of Lexington, Heaven sent & impressive, on the presipice of excellent/
I am so amazing....
Carama is human antithesis to all the falseness, my time is near I'm on the pantheon of greatness....
(Repeat)
Track Name: Believing In Forever f. JK-47
Verse 1.

I hear a couple trendy joints that make a little cheddar, I hear a few lyricists writing some bars that are clever/ blowing like the trees through the seasons and the weather but not enough MCs believing in forever/ not enough people believing in forever,
Willing to sacrifice so they seeds can have it better/ no profit orgs where the profits not hoarded, can't give birth to wisdom if the knowledge is aborted/ and that knowledge from MCs when they songs are recorded, or from parents at home where college is supported/ and there's options through scholarships if your profit can't afford it, you got it this Carama the young prophets that's reporting live/Purpose driven like a Fortune 500 drive, warrior for Christ spitting for the dormant on the corner high/ I checked the box as a organ donor why, because even when I die I wanna save more lives...

Verse 2.
I wanna be a modern day Arthur of calligraphy, so in case I'm a martyr it's not Hard to remember me/ I wanna write bars that are carved in infinity, and the March in my life & discography is symmetry/ a warrior with arms for my God and the Trinity, you wanna fight my Lord I got marksman in my infantry/ connected through the stars this art & I got chemistry, disease has plagued this generation my bars got the remedy/I'm nice when I rap realer, than
Mic wack with filler, classics in my discography like Michael Jackson's thriller/ Or Jordan's 63 points verse the Celtics, Or Lebron carrying the heat verse the Celtics /In 95 I lost my grand when I read her obituary, I thought of all my ancestors laying dead in a cemetery/trends last a season but culture last lifetime so why waste time rapping bout things that's temporary/

Verse 3.
To watch the Olympics clear I would fix the antenna, screaming for Dominiqie Dawes to please stick the landing/ truth the goal, food for the soul, like the 91 Super Bowl with
Whitney singing the anthem/
I wanna last forever like fathers to they daughters, infinite stories like Jesus when He walked across water/ my flow came from God, like when Noah made the ark, get towed or pay to park, on the road to make it is hard/ man I want to last forever like episodes of fresh prince, or illmatic I haven't heard a record as deaf since/ the music the fans like today you'd think they got a deaf sense, and since Trouble passed it's like I've seen nothing but death since/
Track Name: Priory Of The Rhyme Pocket
Verse 1
I roll with dudes that will pop nine in your eye socket, but I come through typical Devine, guys stop/ then I scream duck, and from the booth With iron objects that fire rockets, I'm sick in the booth hire hospice/ admired knowledge so as a youth I desired college, a square to my root that's my diagnostics/ Embody the legacy of lyricism, keepers of the boom bap, this is the priory of the rhyme pocket / y'all rhyme about how your team ruthless, squeeze & shooting, acting out a scene in movies, squeezing Uzis/ awww that's cute but to kings what the use for Uzis, when we execute like guillotines like a nuce is useless/ come through catch you while you with ya queen eating groupa, then spit the fire out my mouth like I'm King Koopa/then diss Kendrick from Compton, with lyrical dominance then stand over his breathless rhyme book like mission accomplished...

Verse 2
Diss Carama, dispatch better abort the mission, I fence with swords, lyrically I'm the war syndicate/ In the booth the youth call me the mortician, I leave MCs laying with rigamortis in a morgue stiff and/ forensics from Princeton couldn't even record the prints, that's why they hate me, so I escape to Haiti in Porta Prince/ them fours spitting, you record fiction, I record scriptures, Devine to heads when I rhyme is like The Lord to Christians/ that child support got you wild trying to score with piff, and now you on trial trying to smile through the court system/ and it's already been a while since you seen you only child, now all you see is his frown before they lock the doors of prison/ this game will make you tap like Forrest Griffith, you actor Forrest Whitaker, I black like my orders missing/ I never look back I got forward vision, like telescopes hell scoping the solar system/ my queen black but eyes slanted like Kimora Simmons, laughing throwing passes back and forth like Jordan and Pippen....

Verse 3
They photo tagging and photographing, my Flow mastered
Soul and passion I'm multifaceted like Bo Jackson/ My coats classic, I'm old fashion, I'm an old bastard, my old past of coke traffic and dro bagging/ just cloak dagger these coke rappers, & toat taggers With a bright like in my pocket like I'm Frodo Baggins/ I left my throne in Africa to chill in Rome with Catholics, the way the verses touch these kids it's like the flow is Vatican/the governments relentless with bold tactics, to control the masses, send pigs with fours blasting to kill no open caskets/ I tell men guard my seed & queen hold the chrome or plastic,
And guard your pee pee By slash and rip open that black and gold package.....
Track Name: Love Jones
Hook
I love her body & her skin tone..
Five minutes alone, I'm already in the bone...

Verse1
It started with the poetry reciting in my diapers, then in high school the flow ripened in the ciphers/ I rapped like a professor in a crowd full of students, the lessons were nostalgic from Illmatic to the blueprint/ studying Canibus like how did he do it! Common, the Wu & Outkast were influences/ but if I copped tape & that whole thang wack, we put toilet paper in the holes & we recorded over that/ & before the protools that karaoke machine, it was hard enough dolo but impossible for a team/you had to keep your breathe up, cause if the last dude messed up, you already know we brought that whole thing back/ these new MCs is wack every rapper's a clone, king of the underground I do it to capture the throne/ I went from searching for scrap paper to write my rhymes, to whipping that old Nissan and typing raps in my phone...

Hook
I love her body & her skin tone..
Five minutes alone, I'm already in the bone...

Verse 2
I'm trying to relay my past life through the mic and the speakers, When I rap I got the passion of Christ in my features / i see black not white in my Jesus, dreaming of climbing pyramids to writing out in Egypt/ a certain knowledge that's mastered that college couldn't captured, I'm like a prophet to these rappers caught up in the rapture/ where's the rights of passage monitoring access, it's a privilege not a right to grab a mic and start rapping/ Y'all got strong hooks with lite jabbing, plus us jaw glass to Y'all its all about fashion/from Nepal to Damascus, I'm brawling with these savages, on DePaul's campus they brought me to speak classes/ enlighten future generation on the past, with the gift of a present, in a booth dueling Satan/ and the youths fueled with hatred, so it's imperative with this album that I have to give Y'all a classic...

Hook
I love her body & her skin tone..
Five minutes alone, I'm already in the bone...
Track Name: Watch Me Cook
Hook
I got butter, seasoning salts, the peeper, the grease, I took it out my freezer unthaw the meat, pron on my neck while the oven preheat, I'm about to prepare a feast! WATCH ME COOK!! (dadadada in the back ground) *Repeat*

Verse1
This is for the local MCs on the bills, hop up on the stage spit your rhymes and kill/ and before the next MC say "mic check 1,2", you headed out the door I'm saying what is the deal/ brought a big crowd with you, that screamed and roared, soon as you finished they follow you out the door/ I mean you can't stick around to see your mans perform, you can't build with the crowd and try and gain some repore/ give jewels to young cats who never seen you before, you whine to receive but can't give support/ that knowledge you conceive on stage, don't grow, into a fetus without integrity that baby abort/ just chill baby boy, cop a drink relax, you might learn something new from the next man's track/ and this going to hurt but I'm going to give you the truth, you ain't that nice and the game is way bigger then you...


Hook
I got butter, seasoning salts, the peeper, the grease, I took it out my freezer unthaw the meat, pron on my neck while the oven preheat, I'm about to prepare a feast! WATCH ME COOK!! (dadadada in the back ground) *Repeat*

Verse2
He had a little time he was fourth on the bill, he saw this pretty brown queen sitting at the bar/ so he walks up and says hey what's the deal, she said I'm chilling daddy by the way I know who you are/ he said word but how I know of the things you heard is real, she said relax I just heard that you a big rap star/ she said what you about to do maybe we could chill? He said wait don't leave let me cover your cost/ he motioned to the bartender to bring him her bill, then he asked her to stay watch him spit a couple of bars/ she said I heard you last month I don't know, I'm tired and hungry and I'm ready to go/ he said I could wake you up with a cup of my flow, and my bars could feed you with some food for the soul/ she said cool, and his set last bout 22 minutes, and both they both peeled as soon as he was finished...


Hook
I got butter, seasoning salts, the peeper, the grease, I took it out my freezer unthaw the meat, pron on my neck while the oven preheat, I'm about to prepare a feast! WATCH ME COOK!! (dadadada in the back ground) *Repeat*
Track Name: Locally Famous, Nationally Unknown
Verse 1
Locally famous, nationally unknown, and he's a beast when ripping on the microphone/Every week all the songs he performs is the same, and at his shows, all the girls they be going insane/ in his mid 40s with a hold rope chain, he used slang dope and Cain, known to toat that flame/ see outside the city they didn't know his name, but it's all good he's content with just the local fam/I walk in the mall I get a thousand daps, I mean for real tho come on man,,what's fucking that/Nemo & Devine touring, Cl over sees, but I got whole city messing with me/I'm known in my home town, known for putting all the shows down, all the girls up in my city wanna go down/ and for the dudes that ain't hating they all call me they brother, and there ain't club in the city that I got to pay cover/ turn up man for real man this is the life, I performed at Roots twice and all my home boys boasting he so nice/ lyrically top notch and his music was so balanced, It's a shame he never made it, he had so much talent/over 7 billion people occupying the earth, but he never looked beyond his city of a couple hundred thousand....

Verse 2
See the problem with local stars are the yes yes mans, it's no just yes yes yes yes you the man/ I mean come on mr burly beast are you a fraud? Take it abroad if you really that nice, don't be afraid to expand/ I mean you could inspire kids all over the world, instead of rapping for your homies and to impress your girl/ see now a days anybody can just step in the booth, but can you hit the road and still execute/ the definition of local is when you rep your hood, but when you are no longer local, the hood reps you/ bragging to your auntie man the club never charge me, new album in your hand CDRs with the sharpie/ my Mentions popping all my homies they RT, 11 likes the minimal they love me on IG/ My coworkers love it when I spit on our lunch break, bars down they throat until they all got a stomach/ I was never brave enough to chase my dreams, it's more comfortable to stay where the hood loves me/ Some say I'm a coward but I say I got the power, I'd rather be a shark in a pond than a fish in the sea..
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