[Verse: D. Rymz]
Streets is watching, watch me close one of her eyes
Slapboxing with the hands of time, I’m coming for lives
See, I always gave a damn—even when the pain was heavy
Until my dam broke like Louisiana levies
Identified genocide, cataclysmic death
The Reaper at work—y’all ain’t get a visit yet?
When he come knocking, I ain’t sitting with a front
I’m answering the door like, “Damn, nigga. What you want?”
I sweat tears and cry sweat, so why step?
I bet you die, and my bet could nеver be my debt
Thе stress got me, so I seek the light
Got me so close to death, think I got beef with life
Eternal salvation? It won’t be tonight
The way this year’s going like I got beef with Christ
And Allah. If D. Rymz passes as a martyr
Ruiz, tell these fools that The Devil Wears Prada
And the best of Gucci, dude reps his coochie
I do stress pollutely that you best salute me
Sleep on Devine, yeah, you can nod on me
Had my closest classmates in dorms try to plot on me
So this is déjà vu now, homie. I’m like a train
With no damn track—you cannot ride on me
I’ve been here before—you can peep it in my energy
Protecting my old soul, the streets can beat you mentally
Fill in the blanks now. Why deepen the penalty?
I go celibate before sleeping with the enemy
Adolescent pretend to be ducking death ‘til the end of me
Remember me when I’m gone, resurrection through memory
Never heard of this murderous verbalist like urban myths?
You shmuck, you’re stuck like a water boy serving Knicks
Now get your weight up. No skills, get your ate up
Tear your hood down, come through, rip the state up
Kid, you stay up, study hard, get your grade up
We’re scholarship emcees, ain’t nothing pay up
You slip with Devine, you niggas ain’t shine
But we’re Masons, masonry build a brick at a time
Build a school up strong, equipped with a shrine
So when we take over, the shit was designed for
Longevity, perks, and paper stacks, designed
To be taking over, not to be taken back, nigga
Two TECs to practice extortion. Who flex?
Shit, I got muscle, I could suplex Galactus
Who reps the cappers, debaters? New Lex’
The fastest, quick to the duplex in Mathis
Lemonheads is candy straight from the factory
Inspect the bars, but, yo, who checks the rappers/wrappers
Call me Mr. Butterfinger, my nigga. I’m too hot
‘Bout to drop a hundred grand, you figure a new drop
Some of you little dudes too cocky for me
I won’t pop you, got dudes that’ll pop you for me
Loaded Glock is on me. Here’s a magic trick:
Jacob on your wrist, and now the watch is on me
Black semester coming—pass all your wealth
Dudes scared, absent, in a class by myself
Mind elevated, Devine levitated
Celebrated, more bragging, accelerated thought pattern
Your pants sagging, player, earn your gators. My mind
Designed to make hits like a Terminator. A headache
A street baller, though I’m hardly at Rucker. The don
Break bread, and I’m always tardy for supper. Pardon
Me, brother. Of course your head’ll be late trying to find
A sized fork to eat off the North American plate
Even if you was boss, of course you’ll never relate
‘Cause with the skills that you floss, of course you’ll never be great
The brown, the yellow, the green, the shit with the corn, the ball
Up the lawn. Damn, what kind of shit is he on?
When both toast is opposite, hold close your prophet-less book
On both coast, ghost-wrote the apocalypse
So dope, who copping this? You won’t cope, no stopping this
Go smoke the populace of the whole metropolis, D
I step in with grace from the seven, I got
Enough shots so your boys could raise into Heaven
Realize: turning your back, you’re still facing a legend
Clairvoyant, gifted sight since age of eleven
Nah, nigga, not you. It’s Devine, nigga. You
A bitch that sound like a nigga like Rah Digga
With Flipmode, I own emcees, could take Vanna White’s
Spot the way I’m so quick to flip O’s and P’s
Roll in V’s, mess with the K’s
A, B, you can’t C D. Got your girl on E
And F U, G. On your grave I pee
Right before I X your soul, blow a L
Catch some Z’s, yeah, the alphabet smuggler
The truth comes out like did Malcolm X jugular