Lyrics Divine Dreams - Casual

Divine Dreams

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