Divine Dreams

Lyrics

Casual Verse; In Oakland Hills. The Owner of the Golden Skill Fetch fire out of stone with the stroke of steel-1 Spit fire in the phones and the mic collects it/ Once it hits the wire, the words electric-2 Call it Heat. You recognize the properties of Fire I shine the light that gave birth to desire-3 And through this, I often sacrifice a rappers life/ The fake get trapped in the studio and tied to the stake!!-4 I'm an elementary element. Eloquent vehiculum of Thee Esteem Elohim-5 I've been invited to the most gracious places/ I've witnessed the greatness of various races-6 I've learned to be evasive of evils that chase us/ Identified by features in the Pharaohs faces-7 Son of the creator, cause yes im creative, hold of evil spirits with the tongue of the native-8 The ancient story teller said "Give'm a while!!" I got my legs crossed.. Sitting Indian Style.-8