Divine - #BombayRapCypher 2014 lyrics

KAV - E Representing the streets The city of dreams... Proudly brings, lyrical fiends humble typical beings Spilling their drinks, raising the bar up in the cloud Soul searching in a bottle, the prior can't be found Easy now, Accused, i ain't desi?? how? Raised eye brow pointing i ain't speaking brown I stand my ground, roots go deep Shout out proud Ganpati bappa Morya Paid in full, settle my debt to this art Keeping my soul in return, and i be squeezing my heart Using the paint, letting it stain, the beat with with my pain Giving it life, god like, resurrecting the game Surplus of syllables sending panic to gimical rappers its pitiful that none of you can ever think outta your cubical So rest in your box, we be bringing hip hop This is bomb bay Enkore I hit the bay while beginning my teens A kid and his dream, trying to figure a scheme I saw antilla and the big movie screens Now I never hit snooze in this city of dreams Fell in love dated from the day I told her And we clicked like opening folders Now thats over, and im colder Musics all I got like the PK poster Did it by myself no influence In a minute quick became the sickest lyricist I never got a big head among small minds But I left em behind hope it's alright Greats celebrate the hatin I told ya Every man for him self like euphoria / you for ya And my show end like ganesh madals Cuz they all be praying like more ya D'evil Hello people, my name is D'evil After i am done they might make this illegal Antisocial from birth, disobeyed my teachers I dont like you either & i dont have a reason This mumbai city is always questionin my destiny So when i bus rhymes they bring out the best in me I Hate famous people, and i make my bet If i ever get famous i'll even hate myself Gotta keep it real in these words and rhyme fights Life gave me lemons? I turn them into lime lights ''hey D , the music company says they like you'' But you got dirty lyrics so they dont wanna sign you My lyrics are true and they totally describe you Lemme try to be nice dude! lemme bribe you Yall make me rich n famous, ive planned this I'll sign all yall an autograph on a blank cheque!! Poetic Justis Liftoff you kids soft Ya lyrics hit my brick walls Im missiles to pistols I dont 'click pop' Its awesome hip-hop That just spawns from this heart And Im the soul of the song I set my iris on/ My wrist strong Dont sit calm You 'plot funny' No 'sitcom' Can't stand up to Me you a target My way, respect Blaaze i say ban da police So dont try actin up I really 'Pack a punch' Believe me you I stacked a 'bag of bullies' Throw hate, onto me now Or I'll make, ya honor me bow In front of a great You 'runnin a plate/runnin up late' Like waiters f**in around So pa** the power This ya last best hour Run and tell the captain That the flagships ours I practice in playing fields That ya cla** is outta And you just 'lucky I k**ed you'In our 'chance encounter' Divine This that Third world country sh** represent that gully click Not a punjabi boy but I could make your honey sing Wolves who I'm coming with rats who you running with No gats or Glocks Cricket bats will get your melon split A fully loaded a r in the booth I mean I'm the rap version of Rehman in the booth b**h imma boss I call the shots like salman on his shoot I'm the slums making noise like stray dogs on the roof I have dream and it's not to own a condo or cruise My dream is to see every slumdog with a shoe The ones that make you cry are the ones laughing with you Enemies are cool watch the ones stacking with you Always keep 100 like a typical cops fee You act like a big deal then u could get robbed see Prom queen top model done with that mockery Brown boy need a girl who gun help my mom clean Nah mean