Let's Get It On

Produced by Devastate [Intro] Uh huh, yeah, it’s Divine baby It’s going down crazy, ’nah mean, the legacy lives C’mon, yo, let’s get it on [Verse 1] Thought the reign was done, but the game’s just begun Force is the rays of sun, keep me blazing ’em While they praising ’em, and everything flamed from the tongue I keep raising ’em, the mentally blind, deaf, and dumb For eighty-fives, that try to get live, and claim they flow I civilize they lies, flames ain’t that cold Yo hell no, the way that I flow, I sell snow My cold currents, is stunners, like blows from elbows My science is set, the way I design, rhymes connect My mind’s a threat, ill contents, is triple “X” I live and let, but you disrespect, I lick a Tec Leave my legacy left, ’cause this kid’s as deadly as cigarettes My gun smoke, and let these dudes know, I’m no joke I hold doe, let guns blow, and sold coke But yo c’mon, I’m here to flow, and get it on DJ’s needles is ready, need records to set ’em on [Hook] From the parks in the streets, after dark the beats bark The God seen the start the art, the heat sparks DJ’s [scratch] relay wit’ two turntables, we burn cables And do it all day, ill displays, and earn labels [Verse 2] My name is known, graffiti written, get in my zone Poems explode, when I’m cracking atoms in chromosomes Packing chrome, ’cause I keep it blasting, and leave it blown To each his own, ’cause I got a fashion, to leave it sewn My capital grown, whenever I’m rapping, grabbing the doe Whether platinum or gold, I bring it home, facts that is known ’Cause the streets is still watching, heat just keeps popping After crack I came of age in the cages that I was locked in Ten years, Federal penitentiary tears Wit’ cats wit’ tats that represent they criminal careers They not going nowhere, but I just kept flowing, behold, beware Now they know that I’m here, just show me the doe, it’s so severe No one compare, to this ghetto pharaohs metal barrel No one come near, one blast at you, ’ill settle battles No time to fuck wit’ you, got guns I bust wit’ you Got funds, my guns hit you, you thug, I thug official [Hook] [Verse 3] I’m not the king of New York, I’m just a king in New York I only said it so they’d sink in my thoughts, cling to my talk But a king in my own right, swing on my own mic Need nothing to lean on, that’s nothing to speak on Move for self in stealth, but wit’ a clique that’s too thick What we do for wealth, moved bricks, we too sick Soon to hit ya town, you either laying or getting down They told me to wait awhile, nah’, let’s bless ’em now Professional, I got a style that’s so wild Kids go wow, females be screaming oww I dictate, rip states, spit great, to get cake Get fame, ain’t a game what this shit takes Like I lift weights, like I’m behind bars, in the rec’ yard ’Till this kids straight, I grind wit’ odds, and bless the Gods Extra large, but I move smooth like espionage Pen a bomb, and get it on, guess I was blessed by the stars [Hook] [Outro] Let’s get it on [Scratching] Emcees¸ let’s get it on Deejays, let’s get it on Hip-Hop, let’s get it on Let’s get it on