while pure MCs struggle to stay relevant, the industry cradle these corny rappers that's embellishing/ amount of weed they smoke, how many queens they poked, rounds squeezed from toast, and counting g's on boats/ it's lame, selling your soul to rap Satan's soundtrack, Then when real beasts come, you run away when that pound clap/ See y'all shackled by the need for pounds and daps, me I ain't about that I got freedom of the soul....
Devine Carama – The Message (Nas Tribute)
Artist
12 years
I'm a lyrical hybrid John Conner and John Carter, my bars bargain with God to stop war and end the slaughter/ of youth psychologically shackled with a few options, rap bars, sale crack or shoot a ball/ I emerge from all 3 to master one, I unraveled God's gift, to teach with rapid tongue/
Devine Carama – The Message (Nas Tribute)
Artist
12 years
Or cousins in the ghetto who rather con than work, or homies that rock J's just to see a broad twerk/ but I never could afford those so I rock Converse plus I was busy trying to marry the same place that Nas birth/ not a ho but Queens, with confidence bold, that can compliment the soul of king/ love dominant we solders of a regime, that's the opposite of the populace, we are controlled by are dreams/
Devine Carama – The Message (Nas Tribute)
Artist
12 years