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sevin - oh brother lyrics

this is damien bigglesmurf reporting live from sacramento streets
where sevin has just released his new sing “oh brother”
and i’m tellin’ ya folks it is slumpin’ off the hook and keepin’ it real
we got hundred spokes on the low-lows
baby, and it’s crackin!

[verse 1: sevin]
my path’s legal
from past stereo steeples
i’m half negro but i have no equal
game like shaq diesel
when i’m cuttin’ through the lane, crackin’ the board
bringin’ the fame back to the lord in a black regal
hard like the backs of beetles
i don’t hang with elastic people
only thing i lack is evil
you pop a lot of lip homeboy but your m-ss is fetal
what you runnin’ up on this m-ssive heat fo’
that’s like tryin’ to draw blood with a plastic needle
the street priest makin’ cash from free flow
brought the cure for cancer cuz my rap’s like chemo
radioactive from sacramento
repo your speech bro
three fo’ premo
plus you’re lookin’ at a man of god
i was made in his image but i’m hard like an anthropod
comparin’ your works to the hands of god?
that’s like tradin’ digital for -n-log
don’t even let me get started on your candy flaws
more than half of ya’ll wouldn’t have the gift of rap if you was santa claus
when i speak i expand the cause
ya’ll like anacondas dog you just expand your jaws, ha
livin’ fantasies like kissin’ janet
christ is my cornerstone so i spit in granite
i hear you makin’ all that noise you need to switch mechanics
with jesus christ i’m a star like a distant planet

[chorus: sevin]
i bring it raw, uncut with no stutter
i, i still praise god, though it’s hard and mo b-tta’
h.o. (what up) g. and no other
put the vogues on them golds and roll like “oh brotha”

[verse 2: sevin]
uh… and i came to bang
who said i sold out to gain some thangs?
i’m still hogged out, it ain’t a thang
initiated to the sacred game, position-pro
magician with the flow
call me david blaine
sayin i cain’t get radio play if i say his name?
jesus
and now what? i made it plain
and what have we? the whole glow tryna’ entrap me
i’m too crafty
nsa couldn’t track me
women wanna throw they skin at me like i’m michael mccaffrey
but i wouldn’t hit that if you ask me
girl, you nasty
as far as this rap g
my raps done sacked so many whack emcees
the nfl’s tryna’ draft me
still got love on the block
from -ssailants under surveillance from cops
even thugs that slumped pac nuns stop
but they trunks pop
white boys let my junk knock like punk rock
concealed weapons, i pack
verbal aggression, in fact
terminal wreckage exacts my thermal message
i paid dues, and fade fools
when they use the name of jesus then they choose to break loose
i never share a mite with a parasite hedonistic like a pair of dikes
spit so much heat, i triple your freak in fahrenheit
second to none, sevin has come with the mercury flow cuz i’m next to the sun, uh

[verse 3: sevin]
i’m too short to fall
5’10” in the wind super sport and crawl
brought game to the court
dog, throw the ball
comply with the protocol
to ya’ll chain link haters watch how i get over ya’ll
h. l. as the soldiers called
i’m with the lord of all dog, i need nothin’ more to ball
apologize for these whack guys borin’ ya’ll
i brought the origami flow, cuz i fold ’em all
slap sticks into overhaul
california representer let my suspenders sw-ng from d-ckie overalls
till death in the west i’ll be all in the flesh like my clothes is off
(he’s comin i can’t hold it off)
cl!ck
turn on the radio and then i start dozin’ off
i hold it down just a little bit more than ya’ll
how you gone battle dog, you ain’t got a sword to draw
i was born to keep it more than raw
plus i get loose like the juice from the court of law
i don’t drip off these hip-hop dependents, i wrote em all
rip the lips off these infants
the lord is god

[chorus: sevin]
i bring it raw
uncut with no stutter
i, i still praise god, though it’s hard and mo b-tta
h.o. (what up) g. and no other
put the vogues on them golds and roll like “oh brotha”

oh man!
and there you have it!
it’s the exclusive, single, release, from sevin!
oh brother!
ya gotta cop that
you really do need to do yourself a favor, and cop dat
well folks, my time is up
this is damien bigglesmurf signin’ off
west-side and i’m out

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