[Intro: Dev the Follower]
Thank you Los, thank you Battles
Yeah, this is dope...
[Part 1: Dev the Follower]
Ugh Oh, I think we have some problem, boys/
All these rappers saying the opposite of what God enjoys/
They're kids, so I'mma be a MadChild and start playing with Goblin toys/
And nobody can say a thing, because I'm hoggin' noise/
What's mahogany to Mahoney/
I mean Russia/
I'm Philly beating the game like I'm King of Prussia/
And bustin' rhymes like they're rhymes of Busta/
I'm technical but Tech is really what is inside the Kluster/
I'm natural like the rush of August but Savannah falls for my lines like I'm Augusta/
I'm clever, the business man; theres not a thing that I can't conquer/
Give me the universe, I swear that I won't turn into a monster/
I'll be Donald Trump on the beat, I don't need a single sponsor/
I'll fund myself, like finding the fun in myself if I'm a conjure/
I'm a ‘used to be' convict, people said I'd never change/
But I'm no mint factory, so I just turned myself the other way/
I don't take anything so I always ask what you would say/
So I hopped on the game of life and I just enjoyed the play/
I'm headed for the right road; I don't rig words/
I'm as fly as Sesame Street, because this time I'm the Big Bird/
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[Part 2: Dev the Follower]
You thought I was done, hey, let's bring it back now/
I entered the city of Lakes, and there's no turning around/
I got an estate, I'm the white man that they're staring down/
But I'll roast these ba*tards until their pigment turns brown/
I'm an arachnid, spinning webs on these fools for practice/
I'm the cyanide in the bowl and now it's filled with atomic acid/
The sharpness that I bring is sticking in the way just like a cactus/
Rather than these soft boys man; I just call them flaccid/
Though I'm Spotify, I'm barely making statements/
But that's the difference from the words that I choose, floating around so vagrant/
I spew venom with my words that creates an odor, what's the fragrance? /
And the ignorant liberals are asking me why I'm so blatant/
I like to speak up, hey, here let me tell you why/
There was a point in my life where I asked myself, man, who the hell am I? /
Everyday I looked into the mirror and stared into a villain's eye/
But then I found out my purpose and now I am a man of God/
I'm a different person from who I was and for that I'm proud/
I look pa**ed the times of “Ugh Oh”, and do what is allowed/
Dev the Follower