Divine Discontent

Get the king out his seat And make way for the beast Soon you'll realize why they named this coast after me I rap grimy and timely like the Pros and the Bigs The Childish, Nitrose slash God's Kid No one in Hell can stop this kid Sent on Earth equipped to do God's bid Rap game's been fastin' and I ate the last fig This cat named Nick ripped the script, not a bit shook By the quick pot of shit Momma said 'ould cook Brooklyn not where I'm from but when I'm done Y'all be thinkin' that I used to share a bathroom with Satan Yea there's a lot of shit to deal with First I'm shorter than everybody who's hearing This beat in a dark cellar where I'm a dweller emotionally Writing rhymes in rough times, spittin' till my lips get lines Art comes from pain so when you babblin' bout fast crimes In your fine Maybach remind yourself What you spittin' and rhyme or reason Only thing protecting you is blubber from the cold rap season Unlike rappers I actually enunciate words and verbs So you can discern the world I picture in the verse Hardly curse, unless it's necessary; Slackers deem it a necessity - give'em less syllables to carry Not to mention the 'N' word which gives Whites a disadvantage Cuz you can't manage a sentence like, "guys be trippin' and actin' savage; Villain get off me; you speakin' candid" I guess I'll have to repackage my emotional bagage Life is always good and I am always in trouble Blacks score a triple-double from the rubble Never fumble or tell jokes subtle Feed off opportunity instead of crumbling down the fatal funnel The sun will come out tomorrow If you're faithful God leaves the key on the table; Best be grateful Like a rose, I arose from the grave Came a long way from playing ball on a paved plain Now I'm hear to stay - Derrick Rose did the same Not to be vain - my name is my name Started before Hove and Steez on this beat Cuz I embodied it with the most courtesy to the leading jockey Don't be deceived Hove finishes 3rd in this rap heat His chorus and repetition put him in a position for defeat Ain't seekin' battles but I think I could contend Until I'm content with contemporary rap this isn't The End