Tuesday, February 09, 2010

DV. Not quite a diety. But a goddess calls me daddy. A princess. An heiress. Look close you can see a little Isis. Stop hatin' Judas. My righteous is priceless. Between you and me, just between us, like Jesus. DV is a black genius. My blood Noblesse. Warning you suckas about Hegelian synthesis disguised as progress. Jus' sayin' my rhymes in one breath will make an atheist say "God Bless".

Let's keep this real simple. DV kick ass like Jesus in the temple. Watch me pump the shotty and put it to the temple of evil. Watch me uncock the shotty to show what the power of love can do. I'm like one of them books they left out the bible. The Book of Denmark Vesey should be gospel. Skin the color of chocolate mixed with caramel. This not the place to be if your ego is fragile. This the place to be if your intellect is agile. After my rhymes, ladies feel post-coital. Understanding DV is gradual. I look best in British cut flannel, Aston Martins with mahogany panel.

Your Highness is mos def the finest lyricist to ever spit rhythmic via fiber optics. Count the times I've blown your mind, shined light on the divine got black men and women to combine and entwine to continue the blood line. You cats just rhyme. I realign paradigms. Ya'll cats is nice. Denmark Vesey is the headline.

Come test. Like litmus. My right left leave you toothless. Even my love is ruthless. 40 cal leave leave you roofless. Like a black Atlas DV bench press the world staight off the chest. I advise you to build a spiritual fortress and stop eating noxious substance that makes you nauseous and gives your lower extremities numbness. NWO using GMO to poison us.

My swag is epic. Your swag needs a Heimlich. My aura is thick. Your little aura is sick. Your persona needs a medic. Your game needs a psychic. Your spirit has an anxiety disorder and needs a Xanax. Birdeye you my little white side kick. Thordaddy you clever but robotic. CNu hilarious but forget about it. UB actually quite poetic. Big Man innocent. IllMath gotta give you credit. You kicked it. Big Wayne did his thing, you know he ripped it. Kon Womyn legit. Sister did her thing. She went for it. But when it comes to the title. You know I copped it. If it's a championship. DV got this.

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