Divine

Tap into divinity
From one to infinity
I could run it all back
To every one of they cities
Citadel, it don't matter
Take a piece of this platter
That's how you flatter me
But not too many can fit in my caliber
Switchin the patterns
To fit the different flows
Currently I been workin
The fruit of my labor shows
Catch me floatin down ya ave
In some butterfly doors
And I'm a legend phenomenal
You should come to the shows
Be a witness to the murder
That I lay upon the masses
Come and sit beside the rookies
They taking the master class
Don't be fashionably late
These niggas flapping them capes
Made of that plastic
A bunch of fake heroes
Casting the bad magic
And it say zero
But niggas had to find
The balance in things
Now I reap all of that cash and the cream
It's perfected how I fashion the dreams
Elevate I start deflecting
Every negative vision back to the sender
As the road closes
I made it clear I'm on a mission
To get these niggas up outta here
Like pall bearers
Sum up the time to
Let the fall catch em
Winter to the fall catch em
Lacking like ashes
I'm coming outta that casket
Let em bask in the glory of me
Divine power, take the floor from
Under his feet
Like the greatest oak
My strength is in the root of the trees
Breeze blowing through the spirit
They don't feel it enough
I guess the feeling is tough



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Hicks
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