I wanted to kind of put rappers on notice with this jawn. My first 2 singles had more of a musical purpose and direction, but I know my core fan base enjoys it when I just RAP. So this record is for them to let them know there will be plenty of that on the album as well. It's also frustrating hearing rappers get older and/or lazy and start falling out of the rhyme pocket. I just feel staying in pocket is a huge element of rhyming. So I tried different flows within the pocket
lyrics
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.....
Musically, Devine has worked with and/or opened up for acts such as Rakim, Big KRIT, J. Cole, Talib Kweli, Nappy Roots, LL
Cool J, Black Eyed Peas, Canibus, De La Soul, Little Brother, & many more. His music has been covered in major music publications like The Source, Vibe, & Complex Magazine. Most recently, Devine is first 2-time winner of NBA All-Star, Dame Lillard’s “Live Cypher” Rap Contest....more
