I swear to God I flow hard, it's hard to stay humble when you mumble better than most artist flow bars/ this rap game is so dark like storm clouds, I rap flames and when I drop albums I glow star/ they be like god chill, I be like nah kneel, I got that modern Rakim the god mixed with that Nas feel/ I rap circles around the planet and only make 2 stops, to Afganistan then Anstredam with a shoe box/ filled with new stock, and 2 glocks, like who shot who popping and who's hotter, your crew not/ music knocking like 2 cops, I'm Tupac drinking two shots of vodca, moving at two knots/

God's verse
Slow down your flesh moving at warp speed, I'm the Lord see you are sowing what your corpse reap/ While your corpse in a morgue deceased, your spirit with Satan or walking thru heavens doors to me/ I gave you that flow so absorb me, so when the engineer pushes play it's should record me/ I gave it to you so I understand you passionate, but saying that you the God well that's blasphemous/ you music that promote anti ratchetness, but you ratchet when you in a room alone with a bad chick/ and the fact is you actually an average rapper, but the fact you mention me in your raps, gets you traffic/ I'm really the God so I'm able see through your tactics, you may have mastered the grammatics of rap but not Ecclessiastics , where your soul going when your body in a casket, I'm talking about eternity and you fixated with this rapping/

Devine's verse
But God this is rapping, and I sparred and battle with classics with those called gods by farad in the math/ this... Is that divine being, lion feasting, iron squeezing dime chiefing, Hine squeezing, rhyme scheming, / I tape two holy grails and boat right through hell, and when it gets to hot command you to blow in my sails

Second Verse

Devine's verse
My verbal mechanics leave you in vertical stances, perched and standing, get served with words like Pete Sampress/ leave you like seed staying up Chirsmas eve with cookies buy the tree, cheesing and waiting to see if he could see Santa/see you like a black capris creeping to see the damage, and I'm that wreck on interstate leaving deceased parents/

See what's the point of painting without a canvas, you rapping without a purpose, I'm confused in what your stance is/ if your going to rep me, with these mic devices, be precise, you can't lift me if you trying to be nicest/

I know and every time i step in the booth i fight this, i want live in your likeness torn between evil and righteousness/ See the youth love beats and hear the lyrics later, I'm like you gay, I'm just playing the instigator/ but I'm fused with intense hatred, when dues play with this music I'm UK and these Christian Latner/ you fools, get out the way, you empeeding my future greatness , 2 seconds on the clock, I refuse your fade away/ it's my ball and going home, I'll come back when y'all acting right retake my crown and throne/ part of me wants to teach the ancient lessons of the master, but the other parts of me wants to be known as the best at this rapping/


God's Verse..
lol.. I'm sorry I mean no disrespect when I'm laughing, but I created you to be a preacher not a rapper/ rapping was suppose to be the platform reach souls , not a platform to free your ego/ you have perverted this gift, into something that self indulgence, you are no better than those with wealth motive/ Devine Carama you could never be the nicest, the lord Jesus Christ just defeated in a cipher