First track off the official DEF davyne LP. Produced by William C. Productions. {www.soundclick.com/wcw} Peep lyrics/story link...
DEF (Desmond Elias Ford) davyne (divine)
Story behind the song
This game is so fake and artists are such puppets they are afraid to say things. I'm not worried bout record sells or 12 year old fanbases, just keeping it real... This is the first track cuz it introduces people not only to DEF davyne but Desmond...
Lyrics
Homey what yo name is, you can call me Des
Tell em who you hang with, only with da best
Homey what yo name is, they call me DEF davyne
Tell em why you famous, cuz I got da best of rhymes
Like a doctor, paired with a patient
I’m looking for a sickness, like where’s da location
Betta bite yo tongue, or I’m tearing yo face in
Leave you on da corner “can you spare a donation”
Gotta lot of thoughts I wanna share with da nation
But I’m underground so they ain’t airing my station
Fuck a charge, I ain’t scared of probation
They call me Desmond if you need clarification
Ya’ll don’t really wanna test him
He gon fade ya quick no question
Step he’ll send yo ass ta heaven
What, chu hoes, know a bout Desmond x2
I’m what the game is missing call me reality
Cuz I aint in it for the muthafuccin salary
I’m here ta paint you a picture like a gallery
I be Mickey and my mic her name be Mallory
I’m what the game is missing call me reality
Cuz I aint in it for the muthafuccin salary
I got dat flow, with da originality
Cuz I be phat like an overdose of calories
Evil, like Gestapo, you yellin stop! NO
You gon think I’m psycho, like tonto
Eatchu like a taco, I’m talking pronto
Aaron, Nate and Nigel, got my back, like a poncho
Macho macho, Mister head honcho
Ya kids, call me daddy, cuz ya wifey call me sancho
Fucka 9 ta 5, I’m staccin cheese, like nachos
So Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto
Homey what yo name is, you can call me Des
Tell em who you hang with, only with da best x3
Homey what yo name is, they call me DEF davyne
Tell em why you famous, cuz I got da best of rhymes
I’m what the game is missing call me reality
Cuz I aint in it for the muthafuccin salary
I’m here ta paint you a picture like a gallery
I be Mickey and my mic her name be Mallory
I’m what the game is missing call me reality
Cuz I aint in it for the muthafuccin salary
I got dat flow, with da originality
Cuz I be phat like an overdose of calories
Got my family and some homies cuz dats all I ever needed
Got a woman and a baby so you know I’m well seeded/seated
And my game remain legit, never lied never cheated
Staying weeded that’s why when I’m in yo speaker I get repeated
Wanna take it to the streets, bitch niggas dey get defeated
Fucking with my mental you’ll get ctrl+alt+deleted
Sorry sir, but its seems that your time has exceeded
Take it to the jury, just like Michael I’ma “BEAT IT”
Like da grim reaper, with a sentimental pitch
Mentally equipped my mind is presidential rich
Steady running game here ta test ya mental stitch
So now you gotta live with a death potential snitch
You thought I wouldn’t notice homey ever since yo switch
Your loyalty is lacking not a less essential glitch
Thinking you can write like me get ya pencil bitch
Besta check ya dental ‘fore you in a detrimental ditch
Ya’ll don’t really wanna test him
He gon fade ya quick no question
Step he’ll send yo ass ta heaven
What, chu hoes, know a bout Desmond x2
I’ve risen from missions with visions of grandeur
I gotchu trippin like my voice with da flanger
Really want beef though, I’ll turn rancher
All about my family tree and not much of a brancher x2
Ya’ll don’t really wanna test him
He gon fade ya quick no question
Step he’ll send yo ass ta heaven
What, chu hoes, know a bout Desmond x2
