"Devour" lyrics
Please don't pay them no mind
You little puppies are not by
I be sitting on some gold mines
Couldn't get it for a low price
Not looking for the gold ride
Tell the king I'm waiting for my slice
Oh some of that cake or the pie
If it had a brake, better fly
I must be an angel in disguise
Looking like I fell out of the sky
Nigga I be coming better hide
Need to get away from this bird's nest
I must be the first best lyricist to tell it how it is
I be clearing out the worst mess
When I deliver my words, yes
I ain't even trying, ye I take the piss
Say I take the risk
And I know I do
These rappers are scratched up like an old school disc
Leave me to fly my wings
Leave me to try and divide my sins
Into the bad and I'm not so bad
[?]
I just wanna take the story as a worker
Many many men
Will attempt to devour my throne
I empower my own
I'm just trying to be the best me
But in gold they will shower my clone
What the fuck's going on
[?]
Said the young people
They wonder what the fuck's going on
I won't even try to explain
What a mess we're in
I just sing my songs (Ah)
(Many many men)
(Mess we're in, I just sing my songs ah)
(Ah)
(Fuck's going on)
(Mess we're in, I just sing my songs ah)
(Fuck tha)
(Wonder what the fuck)
(Mess we're in, I just sing my)
Put you in a jungle
With the lions, tigers and the bears
Can you handle it or do you fear?
Can you manage living in despair?
Snakes are about
You gotta be weary, be aware
Can you feel the energy in the air?
Many will listen, but do not hear
What do I have to do to be clear?
Tell stories around the campfire?
And reminisce about the time when we made fire?
Bangers on bangers
And a doobie, getting high
[?] tees
I don't fuck with no designer
In a position where I'm the one that they admire
I don't ever listen to your music [?]
[?] better call me sire
Now this shit sounds like desire (oh)
Bars killed like an African spear
Wanna start flinging, you don't wanna be near no
Dirty grips, are [?] best
I wanted to lie
If you don't want to see me flip, better close your eyes
Many many men
Will attempt to devour my
Don't I empower my own
I'm just trying to be the best me
But in gold they will shower my clone
What the fuck's going on
[?]
Said the young people
They wonder what the fuck's going on
I won't even try to explain
What a mess we're in
I just sing my songs (Ah)
Many many men
Will attempt to devour my
Don't I empower my own
I'm just trying to be the best me
But in gold they will shower my clone
What the fuck's going on
[?]
Said the young people
They wonder what the fuck's going on
I won't even try to explain
What a mess we're in
I just sing my songs (Ah)
You little puppies are not by
I be sitting on some gold mines
Couldn't get it for a low price
Not looking for the gold ride
Tell the king I'm waiting for my slice
Oh some of that cake or the pie
If it had a brake, better fly
I must be an angel in disguise
Looking like I fell out of the sky
Nigga I be coming better hide
Need to get away from this bird's nest
I must be the first best lyricist to tell it how it is
I be clearing out the worst mess
When I deliver my words, yes
I ain't even trying, ye I take the piss
Say I take the risk
And I know I do
These rappers are scratched up like an old school disc
Leave me to fly my wings
Leave me to try and divide my sins
Into the bad and I'm not so bad
[?]
I just wanna take the story as a worker
Many many men
Will attempt to devour my throne
I empower my own
I'm just trying to be the best me
But in gold they will shower my clone
What the fuck's going on
[?]
Said the young people
They wonder what the fuck's going on
I won't even try to explain
What a mess we're in
I just sing my songs (Ah)
(Many many men)
(Mess we're in, I just sing my songs ah)
(Ah)
(Fuck's going on)
(Mess we're in, I just sing my songs ah)
(Fuck tha)
(Wonder what the fuck)
(Mess we're in, I just sing my)
Put you in a jungle
With the lions, tigers and the bears
Can you handle it or do you fear?
Can you manage living in despair?
Snakes are about
You gotta be weary, be aware
Can you feel the energy in the air?
Many will listen, but do not hear
What do I have to do to be clear?
Tell stories around the campfire?
And reminisce about the time when we made fire?
Bangers on bangers
And a doobie, getting high
[?] tees
I don't fuck with no designer
In a position where I'm the one that they admire
I don't ever listen to your music [?]
[?] better call me sire
Now this shit sounds like desire (oh)
Bars killed like an African spear
Wanna start flinging, you don't wanna be near no
Dirty grips, are [?] best
I wanted to lie
If you don't want to see me flip, better close your eyes
Many many men
Will attempt to devour my
Don't I empower my own
I'm just trying to be the best me
But in gold they will shower my clone
What the fuck's going on
[?]
Said the young people
They wonder what the fuck's going on
I won't even try to explain
What a mess we're in
I just sing my songs (Ah)
Many many men
Will attempt to devour my
Don't I empower my own
I'm just trying to be the best me
But in gold they will shower my clone
What the fuck's going on
[?]
Said the young people
They wonder what the fuck's going on
I won't even try to explain
What a mess we're in
I just sing my songs (Ah)
Writer(s): James Edward Jacob, Simbi Ajikawo
