Divine Movements
Im smoken mad weed (Yeah, woo)
Im zoomen down the highway
Bump like its Friday (Yeah)
Get punched in yo mouth (What)
And knocked the fuck out
(Knocked the fuck out)
I be smoken them ganz blunt
I be giving your girl what she want
She wants to get butt fucked
Even though shes a dirty cunt
Ok, imma turn a burner on on em
And split ya back like Im cookin pack of Top Ramen
They say that ima shaman
some even say genius
While their swingin off my penis
tryna second hand my weed hits
I been collecting my assets
Covered in ashes
And smothered in the fact
That Im a mac on the mattress
Look at the back of the package
N recognize the accolade
I been packaging rappers
In spokane since '08
N when it ain't the poly
its probably zipper body bags
If u aint ridin' wit my crew
Then fuck you n thats that
We got gats in felons hands
that'll blast your fellow man
Quicker than a Nazi
In a death camp
Aww shit I'm speakin' on Auschwitz
I should be more cautious
While I'm causing these mosh pits
I refine music
designed for humans going threw it
Im B Dawg boy
I rhyme Divine Movements
All these half ass rappers got their act half backwards
they don't know how to act when the tracks have mastered
So I tell em what I told em n then I tell him again
I tell em ima felon thats been holding a pen
I've been holding it in
Waiting for my time to strike
Now im exploding this pen on this paper
Given it life
Like out with the old, And in with the new
The only thing absolute is the Bongman crew
Ima leader of great minds,
A legion of people who
Take time to perfectly time
their rhymes over bass lines
Claps hi hats and cold raps
You woulda thought we was police
By the way we been busting back
I hope i make it
Before my teeth fall out
If not ill be shooting up n up
N fallen out in gods house
Tryna catch ride to the afterlife
So i can pimp smack peter
N i ask him why
I never got my time
We had a deal, so open up them gates
I got demons deal with n their from this place
We had a deal, so open up them gates
I got demons deal with n their from this place
(Yo)
Im zoomen down the highway
Bump like its Friday (Yeah)
Get punched in yo mouth (What)
And knocked the fuck out
(Knocked the fuck out)
I be smoken them ganz blunt
I be giving your girl what she want
She wants to get butt fucked
Even though shes a dirty cunt
Ok, imma turn a burner on on em
And split ya back like Im cookin pack of Top Ramen
They say that ima shaman
some even say genius
While their swingin off my penis
tryna second hand my weed hits
I been collecting my assets
Covered in ashes
And smothered in the fact
That Im a mac on the mattress
Look at the back of the package
N recognize the accolade
I been packaging rappers
In spokane since '08
N when it ain't the poly
its probably zipper body bags
If u aint ridin' wit my crew
Then fuck you n thats that
We got gats in felons hands
that'll blast your fellow man
Quicker than a Nazi
In a death camp
Aww shit I'm speakin' on Auschwitz
I should be more cautious
While I'm causing these mosh pits
I refine music
designed for humans going threw it
Im B Dawg boy
I rhyme Divine Movements
All these half ass rappers got their act half backwards
they don't know how to act when the tracks have mastered
So I tell em what I told em n then I tell him again
I tell em ima felon thats been holding a pen
I've been holding it in
Waiting for my time to strike
Now im exploding this pen on this paper
Given it life
Like out with the old, And in with the new
The only thing absolute is the Bongman crew
Ima leader of great minds,
A legion of people who
Take time to perfectly time
their rhymes over bass lines
Claps hi hats and cold raps
You woulda thought we was police
By the way we been busting back
I hope i make it
Before my teeth fall out
If not ill be shooting up n up
N fallen out in gods house
Tryna catch ride to the afterlife
So i can pimp smack peter
N i ask him why
I never got my time
We had a deal, so open up them gates
I got demons deal with n their from this place
We had a deal, so open up them gates
I got demons deal with n their from this place
(Yo)
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse A Bennett, Rufus A Johnson
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