First Verse (Devine Carama)
The sun set, peace in horizon, while I'm in Greenland or Iceland on meat feasting with Vikings like a sheep and some bison/ over beats when I speak I'm speed, weed and vication, go to sleep wake up and I'm Green Tea and vitamins/ I'm a beast like Tyson, knocking out M.Bison, an MC that enlightens over MPs when I'm writing/ my flow is the speed of lightening and I glow through these mic devices, so please remember the titan, cause Jesus said I'm the nicest... And God Said I'm the nicest huh!
Second Verse (D. Lee)
I was forged as the rose among the thorns
That baby that killed the game like he's Jason I'm the new Bourne/Scathing all of your pours as I'm taking on a new form
If Devine Carama seen me he thinking that I grew horns
If your baby momma seen me she thinking that I do porn/
Believe me D'Lee degree ain't hot yet, it's lukewarm
I rain like a nuke storm, hazardous dukes blasphemous youth and everything that I ain't got yet I'm moving towards/ ... and Jesus said i'm the nicest... god said i'm the nicest huh!
Third Verse (Devine Carama)
I'm an urban street sculptor slash verbal street poet
I'm nervous when queens approaching, my nerves be squeezing my colon/like I'm burning through hemoglobin
But I'm impervious to hematoma my words, beats and flow
To earth were strategically chosen/to perfectly reach her soul see my verses free the culture with words can defeat the vultures from Serbia to Ethiopia/The serpent is freezing cold
I'm earning degrees & diplomas but I worship with xenophobes In hopes to create utopia....
4th Verse (D. Lee)
And I can feel it this is life... I can feel it this is right.../
Lyrical Grim reaper, hooks lines and sinkers
I took time to read notebooks of the mind reader's/
Devine Genius, find crime when you line reading
But no delinquent, cell bars on my rhyme sequence/
Fine English when I speak the designers teachings
Sky reaching, the stars align when I find Jesus/
Lion breeding, fire deacon empire seizing
I mean it, got said I'm the nicest also the meanest/
Schemin!
5th Verse (Devine Carama)
Catholic schooler in Mass pooting and crap shooting, in black FUBU, they call me master Guru/ in tuned with the South African Zulu, jab like Zab Judah, with a mouth that match Tutu/ I rap in the booth with a massive bazooka, an accurate shooter, my calm is like Boko Haram and Vlad Putin/ i'm nice...
6th Verse (D. Lee)
I know that it is destined I represent Lexington with the best of em never negligent with our blessing injecting it/
We could impress an empress then prep for the president evident that we heaven sent above your head is my specimen/
7th Verse (Devine Carama)
I am the best of Lexington, cake creamy and decadent, David Lee on the precipice, but I currently president/
8th Verse (D. Lee)
I calculate the hate while they run their mouth like a race
Fake as copy and paste and they probably snitch if you pay/
Never see me fold origami Opposite Day
I'm a prodigy in the flesh and you want to see me decay/
I pray, cause these trials are what have made me and to all of those who betrayed me better brace yourself like straight teeth/Eight speed bikes ride to Speedway every night for some honey buns, had to feed my mothers appetite I'm a loving son/Mothers boy she's number 1 in her sons life
Me and the homie sprung, flow shine like sunlight/
Rough flight but ignite, every slice cause I love life
I'm righteous when I fight for the nicest cause I'm the one right?/
9th Verse (Devine Carama)
Hold up man, Lee spitting immaculate, let me get back to rapping/ ninja with the vernacular, when I spit it's spectacular
Incisions in my vascular couldn't duplicate my genes/From my mama uterus a king, now envision a massacre
Augmenting the rapture ya'll intended a pastor/God sent in a rapper with cost efficient packaging I'm authentic you actors
Blog submissions are backwards/All solicit for cash posting all these weak rappers all of these freaking factors..
From the God Nas' Illmatic to Kwame Killpatrick, from Martin Luther King to Al Sharpton, Bill (Clinton) and Jackson/ to raw pills & some crack to the dollar bills in the mattress, to cocking the steel matic to cops killing our black men/ I record what my pen impedes, I'm adored as a sick MC, take the sword to my enemies, with metaphors and similes/ bars launch when I write this, though my arm got arthritis, all my songs precise, and God said I'm the nicest.... *laughter*
