Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Devil Didn't Make Me , by - REMO CONSCIOUSRelease date: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Devil Didn't Make Me |
| Kamikaze Stans come to battles with writs slit |
| I spit bricks, dope fiends come get on my hit list/ |
| Tryin to make this bread rise, Bisquick |
| Witness, how I chop heads leaving rappers witless/ |
| My spit is so sick, conspiracists call me a hoax |
| Covid-1984 woke/ |
| Mask on, gloves off I got the game on the ropes |
| Quote me to feel the power of a god as he floats/ |
| I bang banged that boogie till up jumped that boom bap |
| Then started murderin' marks and simply called it tomb rap/ |
| My styles are unpredictable, despicable imbeciles |
| Talk big, fictional, you’re basic, typical/ |
| Keep your mouth shut trust you don’t wanna tussle with the Vet |
| Muscle car steez rap Corvette/ |
| Go-cart rhymin' cornballs stay off the track |
| Ghost Riding on you suckers as I take another lap/ |
| Rasco |
| High Tech got on the flight deck your mic check |
| Off-brand, using my off hand you soft sand/ |
| Hard rock, n****s is card stock a long shot |
| Now they understand they navigatin' the wrong block/ |
| On top, top of the heel, steep it’s uphill |
| Done deal semi-truck n****s with one wheel/ |
| At 18 my pace mean to chase green |
| At 49 I’m tellin' brothers the same thing/ |
| Never ever look at what they do just stay you |
| Keep your feet firm on the ground baby and stay true/ |
| Always come through with your chest out, they stressed out |
| None can come close we the most, we be the best out/ |
| Westside, give ‘em the test drive the best live |
| My game sparks I spit darts my blade sharp/ |
| I’m back with it but never looking to stack with it |
| I’m back home to reclaim the gold throne/ |
| EBF |
| Completed a demolition with just one demonstration |
| Commenced the condemnation with my verbal condensation/ |
| Concentration, my focus is eliminating squads |
| I’ll deadlift you stiffs while I’m working on my quads/ |
| Undisputed, instituted reputed to be a king |
| Systematic, causin' static will automatically sting/ |
| The style I bring, a baritone suggests that I sing |
| My pitch is perfect, I’ll have your whole choir in slings/ |
| This presentation, I’m overly prepared to pursue |
| A manifestation, I display talent that’s true/ |
| My resume displays growth residuals chronologically |
| Battle of MCs without using any misogyny/ |
| Denied apology, cocaine-induced ideology |
| Fabricated theology, false prophets of prophesy |
| Standin' up against the tyranny of mediocrity |
| Veterans of truth dispelling Hip Hop hypocrisy/ |