DIVINE TALK: MELODIES OF THE DIVINE VOL. 1

MELODIES OF THE DIVINE EP // FINE$$A WILLIAM$

[Intro:]
Who's Raff
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah yeah

[Verse:]
In this house I see whores 
Niggas need to read more
The only time you touch a key 
is when you on a keyboard
Absolutely I got bands
In these pockets of my pants
And it came from hard work
Eat a dick with that advance
Niggas can't clone me
Niggas can't own me
Tryna fuck me out the deal
Cool I'm by my lonely
Thought that I could trust, but it's really just the same
I swear I can't fuck with niggas 
They fuck up my name
In it for the fame
And I need the dough
Swimming in yo dame
Still don't need a hoe
I'm still in my glo, 
and I shine bitch
Like they mind glitch,
I know they gon' rewind this
My flow is timeless
Like God behind this
She gave me all the brain
Left that hoe mindless
My flow is timeless
Like God behind this
She gave me all the brain
Left that hoe mindless

[Outro:]
In this house I see whores 
Niggas need to read more
The only time you touch a key is when you on a keyboard
Absolutely I got bands
In these pockets of my pants
And it came from hard work
Eat a dick with that advance

ADVANCE // FINE$$A WILLIAM$ // [PROD. WHOSRAFF X WARHEART X 1SARDONYX]

[Intro:]
Rorschack 

[Verse:]
Got me fiending for you, you know I need yo body babe
Got my weapon on me, these niggas in the party crazy
Got my car out front, I know you wanna ride my babe
Got my mind on you, I know you wanna ride my wave
This cologne on me gon' seal the deal I promise, ayy
Looking pretty in yo fit girl, so I'mma say
Here's my number, you can call me anytime of day
Need yo body on me, girl it's no time to waste
Got yo booty on me, niggas staring while bitches hate
Tryna take my heart, please girl don't operate
If I throw this cash, all the hoes gon congregate
Fuck a hater, girl you two more than the number 8
Treat yo body like a playground where I can play
Treat yo body like a temple where I can pray
In yo body and it's soft girl I like the lay
Finished on you, to the next bitch I'm on the way

[Outro:]
I'm on the way 
To the next bitch, I'm on the way
Just finished, right on yo face
To the next bitch, I'm on the way 


NEED YO BODY // FINE$$A WILLIAM$ // [PRODUCED BY BLACKRORSCHACK]

G.T.F.O.’
Tuscan 97’ Type Beat
Prod By. KNO❌
Knox: The. Beatmaker
K.T.B. Studios
Copyright 2024
2013

GTFO’ {Tuscan 97’ Type Beat}

GTFO’ {Tuscan 97’  Type Beat} Prod By. KNO❌

so simple

Alvi L - something bother you (RnB Hip Hop Mix) Demo V1

dark vibez

Kim Possible

“Momma song” AND “momma" AND "TOP NINJA" site: www.soundcloud.com

Momma

Prod. @user-636406606

[Intro]
(Laugh)
That’s creepy

[Chorus]
Let’s keep going, let’s keep growing, let’s keep blowing, oh, I can do it better
Whiskey coded, Skinny Kodak, they don’t know it, oh, I can do it better
Jet-ski rolling, A. Ski glowing, broski flowing, think he can do it better
Nah, nah

[Verse 1]
On and on and on and on (I just keep on laughing)
How it’s possible? (They think that they good at rapping)

In the kitchen, cooking, breaking dishes, way too ambitious, body, rhymes too delicious
Now you know that I’m vicious
But I’m also too precious
Let it go, got no issues
Shit gets too superstitious, uh

[Chorus]
Let’s keep going, let’s keep growing, let’s keep blowing, oh, I can do it better
Whiskey coded, Skinny Kodak, they don’t know it, oh, I can do it better
Jet-ski rolling, A. Ski glowing, broski flowing, think he can do it better
Nah, nah

[Verse 2]
Honey, honey, honey, do you got some money?
You ain’t got some money, you gotta ask me, honey
It’s not like I’m against, I think you should’ve guessed
You treat me way too bad, I’m not even your friend

They about to pull up
Be like «Skinny, wassup
Heard that you hiding some, got that breast and that butt»

Then I say I go home
And I’m leaving alone
If you think that I’m caught
Motherfucker, you dumb

[Chorus]
Let’s keep going, let’s keep growing, let’s keep blowing, oh, I can do it better
Whiskey coded, Skinny Kodak, they don’t know it, oh, I can do it better
Jet-ski rolling, A. Ski glowing, broski flowing, think he can do it better

[Outro]
He can do it better?
Nah, he can’t do it better

Credits: Anastasia Kolosova, Caleb MacLeod

I Can Do It Better (Prod. CLEOD)

Lyrics:
(Wash nine Wash miles)
(Wash up on the riverbank)
(Hinges)

It washed up on the riverbank last night
A frail bodied, weean donny
Back scared on the shoulder blades
He couldn't speak a word of our tongue
So we took him in, gave him clothes
He hid whenever he saw the sun

The town called him a devil
A beast born in the words
They said he killed the first borns
With the famine a decade back
He used to have wings
And answered only to Samael

He seemed only nine years old
His face cracked like an abby arch
The fog cast a concrete spell
I new kind of transparent saint, he sat
With the face of a messianic, martyred star

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

But then he stood up, skin half dripping off
His frail body broke the rope
And dropped down from the bonfire
He crawled from the sun, the villagers fled
Half way through the woods
We found him with stubs on his back

He looked to the sky,
He aged a thousand years

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

His face contorted, he screamed out in pain
The nubs grew, the blood spewed
He raised in the air, the nubs grew feathers
His feet left the floor and he burst into ashes

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

ANTI MERIDIAN

Come, gather round, welcome to the show, let me peel your wig back with some shit you didn't know. Gotta get in where you fit in, one ticket for admission, no you do not want the smoke, & you can't escape the system, like bitch I'm on a mission, just let me get to fishin'  On my Van Gogh rendition  like I insist you listen. Bout to cut my ear off, yeah, call it acquisition.  Got me wishin' when I grow up, Imma join a coalition. Send me on an expedition to oppose the competition. Only under one condition, Imma destroy opposition. With, or without your permission, know I'm stacking ammunition. Let me reverse my position. Dreams are coming to fruition. 

Definition. my condition, superstition, apparition, audition, demolition, premonition, mathematician, in addition, tactician, transition, inhibition, repetition, exhibition, technician, inquisition, mortician, intermission, malnutrition, in remission, tradition, commission, extradition, fifth edition, obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice, giant snake, birthday cake, large fries, chocolate shake.

 Doug Dimmadome, owner of the dimmadome. It's not a dimma-house bitch, it's a dimma-home. It be never dim together, but you know it's dim alone. Bitch, it's bright out & about, but you know it's dim at home. I've been tryna dimma-call you from my fucking dimma- phone. Finna rip you apart bitch, I'm on you like a shark. Got that icky with a v, on my Chip Skylark.. Wooo!.. The shiny teeth in me..        

Intermission's over, now back to the show. I can get it when you want it, know you get it for the low. Got that loverboy flow, on my Juandissimo. When times get cold, you can warm up with my flow. Time to hit em' with a poof, on my Cosmo & Wanda. I'm tryna raise the roof, know I'm on my Jane Fonda. Brodies in the parking lot, I'm ripping in my Honda. That 70's show, I'm talking Big Rhonda. It's feeding time bitch, time to feed my anaconda. He's on a strict diet, I ain't talking Ashwagandha. See you coming in on some shit I ain't fond of. On my Don Cheadle, call it Hotel Rwanda.

No Uganda, coming in, a fucking all-American, hit me up like where you been, I'm tearing down the wall like my last name was Berlin, got that warrior within, on my Prince of Persia shit, watch me tag you on the chin, comfy in my own skin, better call your next of kin, got me drinking juice and gin, pulling tricks up on my Schwinn, watch me hit em' with a grin, got me playing violin, got your girl hitting high notes, yeah, I call her Kellin Quinn. 

All twisted up, yeah, time to disentangle. Living life like a rhombus bitch, I hit the right angle. Jingle Jangle go the keys, but the whip is all mangled. Bitch, I'll hit you with a frying pan like I'm watching Tangled. Bitch, I'm Jorgen Von Strangle, bout to wrangle, watch me ball out. Yeah, they got me breaking ankles, nuke em' playing fallout. Take out the Titanic, call it freak iceberg, & all my neighbors hate me, call it Dinkleberg..


Juandissimo's Revenge (Prod. Bmbeatz)

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