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devine carama - 500 bars to glorious pt 2 (9th wonder) lyrics

the listening..

im old but in the view raven simone, and i’m cooler than razor ramone / king richard finally made it to the throne, first i found my wife i couldn’t make it alone/ it takes a hundred men to build the kings castle, but it only takes one woman to make it a home/man the block is so ruthless, knots in your pockets looted, you getting knocked or the nuces, plus cops is shooting/ progression is the key, i’m not the best with speed, but i don’t fear slowing down i’m scared of not moving/ so i always move forward, from that sentra to a taurus, back in 2004, when i was living dormant/ i was playing pro ball injuries ended all that, so i could i either find my purpose or fall back/ i started off picking purses in all black, then i started penning these verses with all facts/
we need more fathers that’ll train sons, teach to shoot for the stars instead of aiming guns/ it doesn’t matter if you dream of 1,000 new paths, if you wake up every morning and walk on the same one/ you gotta constantly scope look for the new routes, that section 8 crib should inspire your new house/ you gotta reach for new heights, it’s potholes not mountain tops that take your new tires out/ modern day lynching with sh-lls from the guns, not too far from the h-ll hath hung/ you start question your freedom when your bell get rung, all this for pushing sour & the reggie/ we all want the flowers and the veggies, but you can’t plant a garden without inhaling the smell of that dung/ it’s the trials and tribulations that amount to greatness, an eye drop of love cataminate an ounce of the hatred/ i love my enemies, they are my foot stools to the light switch, then my moon reflect me, and make sure the nights lit/ providing light for those lost in the wilderness, the cost of a pilgrimage auth0r-d in pillaging/ and marred in ignorance, so god gave me flow, to lead these lost souls towards soundscapes are amazing/

let’s go…

i make sure every bar is exquisite, when i write it’s like art painting pictures/ i cry for the dealers i cry for the addicted and pray that they both find god through the scriptures/ but if you can’t taste the food thought or actually feel the rhymes that i’m spitting/ and you blind to the light or smell what i’m cooking i bet your 5 senses that you probably didn’t listen/ and now you need devine intervention, i know brother locked up but they ain’t never been to prison/ i’m trying to free they mind, from squeezing the nine, to reflect his light like a beam through a prism/so be careful when you ball because when the devil involved he don’t care if he’s wrong as long as he winning/ so lyrically it’s the quickness, power and precision, it’s hurt less to sit upon a mountain than a tack/ i just got one question to ask, can you lead? i can sniff out cowards its devines intuition/ man you can save a million lives in hour worth a raps, so when i’m working on my craft, it’s not rap its mission/ but we in an age where all rappers sound same, i mean can y’all blame me for creating a little distance/ i could give man a fish and feed him for a day but if i teach a man to fish i can feed him for a lifetime/ but if y’all ain’t got reel lines, and hooks for the bait then i got one question how in h-ll are ya’ll fishing/ get it? reel, lines, bait… i’m cooking! sheesh carama in the kitchen/

good thoughts..

let me pursue queen you don’t have to call first, & relax i don’t care if your bra burst/ all the instagram likes wow that’s hard work, but i’m just trying to see how your heart work/ you want a payday or that whatchamacallit? i’m the chocolate with the nuts and yes i could make your starburst/ but let’s build, conversation you know talk first, cause if a man pushes up that he’s obserd/ you should yourself so far in the word, that if a man wants you, he gone have to find god first/ yes you are s-xy but you are also intelligent, precious, elegant, special and heaven sent/ these are all facts queen no imbelishments, throwback woman that black nostalgia/ as a matter of fact you a cl-ssic album, your voice like vinyl and god painted the artwork..

yo yo…

always remember love you are queen, but but beware jokers descised as kings/ and it’s not just overt creeps that’ll grope breast, it’s them fake righteous brothers like hotep to show depth/ it was black lives matters but by 4th text, he facetiming looking for phone s-x/ look girl if i see i’m a call it, i’m retired from the game in husband and a father/ and i know all my players like carama why hating? this hate this is game man i got 2 daughters/ i call it beautiful karma, because they both dime pieces & when they start dating i’m going to c-ck that revolver/ and you know the old saying what goes around comes around, & all i can think about is all the girls i had riding my…/ hey dad, tyrone at the door, who? my boyfriend dad, nah take this four pound!!!!!

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