Lyrics
Who was da Klik, reppin da 805 in da 541
On the grind fa years neva giving up, knowing dat our time'll come
Many tried to test, but yes, we made our rivals run
Keepin it real fa real you know we will until our life is done
Who was dem brothaz, dat da chicks called da Four Fords
Playing em like the sweetest melody, but with more chords
Maccin brizzles, murdering the game like some warlords
Bringing the heat, on beats, we moving ya feet and tearing up floorboards
Who was dat nukka dat dey used ta call D-Loc
Reppin the L to the O-M to the P- OC
On another level always high up off dat weed smoke
Mental riches, always making up for the fact dat we broke
Who is dat souljah, dat was blessed, and labeled Davyne
All about longevity, so coming up, I'ma take my time
These suckas make it rain, while me i make it rhyme
Already changed da game so if you hating, besta change ya mind
Already doing my thang, you know my name right
DEF davyne, you know i shine, in the stage light
Beaming so bright, like the sun, I could break night
Exceeding the masses expections how I shake hype
Competition, living in denial, knowing they ain't tight
Hanging around a brother, tryna bite me like a great white
Steada tryna kill me, ya'll should feel me, cuz I make life
On my way Heaven, and i can take you, on the same flight
Follow me, follow me, i will lead you, teach you bout the, words you need to
Make it thru the, final days, by letting the Holy, Spirit feed you
Andits okay to make mistakes, we humans, dats we do
But the Bible you should live by, never just read thru
Whether Buddhist, or Muslim, Jewish or Christian
Every day alive, is another day of sinning
Spiritual living, is the only way we winning
Looking in to the mirror, this is only the beginning
Rappers dey be lazy, tell me what happened to rhyming
Nothing but garbage, tell me, who are these record labels signing
Some lack swag, while others they just whining
What about the flow, what about melodic timing
Let alone, the messages, ya'll giving steady regressing rap
Telling me dat the hip hop game ain't dead then why'm i dressed in black
What's, really going on? Like Marvin Gaye, ya besta question dat
Cuz whatchu do, with the power & fame is where the lessons at
Stepping back, what ya betta be doing, cause the games a ruin
Thinking about what ya losing, in the efforts, you pursuing
What is is it ya choosing, and what are you improoving
'Cause revolutions, involve, more, then movement
I'm grooving, and so soothing, thats how I trust gain
Left and right, up and down, all around i bust range
Way, ahead of my time, they gon look back, and say "he was strange"
Only the beginning, but look, the game just changed
