Something More (EP)

by Devine Carama & Sir Flywalker

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"The concept behind this EP, is sifting through the trials of young love, the nightlife, and hiphop music searching for what everybody wants....... MORE! But not monetarily and materialistically, but mentally and spiritually. Searching for the kind of fulfillment that money can't buy."

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released September 15, 2014

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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: Something More
Hook
Let me take you to the night life,
Where these dudes with fakes ID's will bring a gun to the knife fight , awww.. /queen listens to the radio but she tired of the same she wants something more../ something more.... man she tired burning dutches and turning up, she want something more....

First Verse
Everything is riggaty ratchet I'm a change if, being back to hands before the ratchet went to banging/ you can't understand well let me explain, I can't afford a chain but that thang be swinging and hanging/ he and I are not the same I speak a different language, I'm Picasso without a brush, with bars Carama be painting/ more.. Than your average rap rapper, when it's dark my bars bring like a clapper/ like clap clap clap, like beloved in the club booty clap clap cap/ queen is so sexy but intellectually I wonder if she can give me something more....

Hook
Let me take you to the night life,
Where these dudes with fakes ID's will bring a gun to the knife fight , awww.. /queen listens to the radio but she tired of the same she wants something more../ something more.... I be making love to man, but that Negro be coming up too short.. Carama give me something more...

Second Verse
She like everybody spit that Karate & future flow, and everybody wake up in a Bugatti and they be they be living broke/ and every chick cooch is tsunami then she go strip on poles,and tho we smell poo in punani she like I'm getting doe/ I told her I relate, that vacant mental space crazy, I feel like a few rappers in my city hate me/ maybe cause my jewelz shine bright, while what they be fugazi, they rhymes taking them where satan be, while mine taking to The Lord/ Hallelujah, Hiphop is like Holy Spirit going right through/ awww.. / but then I download album that's full of wack filler, then turn it off and go back tand listen to mike jack thriller..

Hook
Let me take you to the night life,
Where these dudes with fakes ID's will bring a gun to the knife fight , awww.. /queen listens to the radio but she tired of the same she wants something more../ something more....
Man we tired of wack MCs and patting our weaves...
Track Name: Knight Rider II
I'm like a window to the nightlife, I seen black queens addicted to them bright lights/ I seen athletes get addicted to that fine white, wife, lose herself if he the right height/ indicte, I seen gangsters snitch for the right price, I seen jealous husband blows his brains out/ when he saw Mandingo pull his thang out, on cam and provide something he never could for his wife/ orgasm I'm forecasting at forecastle than Jalin grip the mic with his left & hold the crowd in right/man I'm just vibing down limestone, to these nightscapes in white cap full of rhinestones/ I take right to the night spot cause it might pop, but I pull up& the lines lite plus the vice hot/ I'm good, plus my queen sending suggestive pics, man I'm a sucker for that slim thick/ reclined leaning with Debarge through the speaker smooth, no AC the window cracked, the night air just seeping through/ plus my earth is down never high sedety, she said next you ride city she riding with...
Track Name: Battery Life
We just talking on the phone, I'm telling her how I'm walking on my own/ she said how you going to win the war, I said first I gotta raise my girls/ and then she said what you mean, that's my legacy they gotta carry the torch/ you can't abort the future you gotta save the world, it's the 4th quarter gotta step behind the arch & score/ so for me that's rap to teach, and doesn't nesseccarily mean you gotta rap to preach/ but just be the real amongst reaching raps, cause they way out there I gotta rap to reach/ see I gotta be the peace when they spitting they four, and my daughters queens to the bitches hoes/ see they ego eating and they feed they pride, but I'm in the kitchen cooking food for the soul/ then my queen looks at me and says what you need, you are my king and I wanna be your queen/ I said I just needed goddess right by my side, and when it's dark at night just reflect my glow/ see you gotta understand if they let me in, in a game full of snakes then they God will win/ so real forget ink I just bleed through the pen, and every bar I write come straight through from the soul/ so baby maybe you could just share my posts, even text the link out to a few of your friends/ see if we could get the message to catch like wind, then maybe more conscious artists start to blow/ so RT this, and maybe IG that, I worked all day so iam catch me a nap/ oh and don't forget them invites for Saturday night, hopefully your phone gotta enough battery life...
Track Name: Black Murder f. BHitz
Black Murder...

Hook
Wadding in the water
Prayer for our daughters...
And our sons too,
lost on the darkness waiting for the shine through..


First Verse
To get this generation to reach higher is a challenge, I cried when I saw that ice get melted by the fire challenge/ or to watch them kids pass out, devils in the hood cutting power off its a black out/ but instead of using social media to shine His light in, we'd rather post videos of our young kings fighting/ or our young queens twerking, then on our way home from work we light up a cig and tune into radio stations with no balance/ Twitter preoccupied on how perky a queens breast look, We missed when Texas try and take slavery out the text book....

Hook
Wadding in the water
Prayer for our daughters...
And our sons too,
lost on the darkness waiting for the shine through..

Second Verse
Conscious rap most of these kids never heard of, female & male fashion little Weezy started the merger/ the mic remains obstacle while they wearing skirts on purpose, that's how they get you it's psychical murder / rappers wearing purses yet spit fabricated verses about filling caskets and herses/ fatherless birth walking the earth no purpose, killing ourselves plus those that protect and serve is murking us/
Lay my mic? Never! RIP Mike Brown... Forever!

Hook
Wadding in the water
Prayer for our daughters...
And our sons too,
lost on the darkness waiting for the shine through..


Is God with Moeslim or the Christian or is it the Jews with the wisdom/ are you born in it or do you
Choose your religion, how do you determine what's Truth and what's fiction/is what you spitting in
Booth what you living, tell the republicans we need more Schools and less prisons/ we need music to smooth the sickness, because they misleading our youth & disrespecting our women/