Verse 1...
So Im still rippin it to this day givin it spittin shit realest-shit hope that ya feelin it
Pa and Uk we back with vengance.. attack with sentences.. black malevelonce
rap in rememberence...
We go to war with the demons, destroy and defeat-em slick as oil and greases..
spoilin teams and droppin gems till im dead rot ya head god has said..
let their be light and that light shine is me- bindin me, produced by refinerys blind to see
written-odysessy strapped like robbery... its odd to see
people givin 100 percent- huntin the dead in to git rid of the troubles in my head..
what will be next for the planet- arms of a savage.. attack like im rabid.. rappin so rapid.. nicest to grab it.. so get off my back- and get back onto ya self...
strong and with health.. projected to stealth... expectin the wealth
And best believe I be back ya basterds... remastered- drop like sting from the rafters...
Dev Velop aka Keon I'm better... stronger.. faster...
Hook...
I know that we can do it.. we can get together through it.. and you wanna quit and i dont wanan know why but me and I.. (dont wanna give in)
Verse 2...
Its a new-day.. and crews-spray.. say you hate bruce-blade who asked what you say- I bruise-gays
people jokin like its april-fools-day..
Im serious.. Ilness point blank period.. furious.. the goriest.. supremely victourous
and now im underrated.. and im runnin out on stages sayin whos the greatest.. well bruce blade is..
aint no question by that.. on a quest with a map.. up next just to bat.. and to stike-out?
that aint gonna happen- aint gettin paid for this rappin attackin with javelins.. guns liek gatlins
till the last stone-drops locked down like streets with patrolled cops...
cuz i wont stop.. like a paddlest on slaveship.. waitin for that day to say look-mom i made it...
someday it.. will be that time. and i will reap my rhymes and keep repeatin-time.. cuz im sleek with lines...
Hook...
I know that we can do it.. we can get together through it.. and you wanna quit and i dont wanan know why but me and I.. (dont wanna give in)
Verse 3...
The planets alignment- solid confinement- blind in my iris, writin that fire.. ignitin my pen with creative sentences, blend within penmanship, intentive-with words grammer and in the present-tense
crusie lay back and relax.. while i spray all these tracks, and leave you slain with an axe. struck plain through your back...
swoopin like a hawk smooth when talk usin the smart...
artistics like movenments in chalk abusin teh stars shinin... brusinin and scarrin
sippin those ripe-wines and enjoyin how the glory-lies
torture the corny guys, eyes been stored in tiem, junkies snortin lines...
cuz I've returned again like Jordan with the 45... ill until the lord has died...
god has been fortified.. and im the nicest to be.. nicest to see... you may not believe but I got the mic to believe...
Hook...
I know that we can do it.. we can get together through it.. and you wanna quit and i dont wanan know why but me and I.. (dont wanna give in)
