A track from the upcoming EP from SC local artist Saine Diemone called Differences.

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**Lyrics**

Verse 1: Everytime time I come through into the section blessed. Say it all was just a test. Never giving it a rest. Expect the best a simple check will process as the beat accepts the vocals from the mixer set. Make you little girls a mess. The puddle drips from in your dress.

Differences. Requires your permission its a whole new mission so the bold few listeners will hold you. Until its old news.
Going on a slowed cruise. Follow the hoes and as it goes far to show you. You can't trust em but. I no longer give a fuck.
Now they just look for nuts to bust. Not to mention suck em up. So where's the fuck to give? If they don't, why should I care and say no? Play with them and remain broke. Bitch shut it up and stay close.

Verse 2: Regardless of it. Put it in the
park above. Showing out to show some love. I got it you still tryna cuff it like an officer. Accept my offer or get slaughtered with your daughter cus the barking dogs are awful like the movies that are horror plus.

Remark the weed sparks but please don't stop the feed from watching me. Acknowledging the fact that being a Diemone is my policy. My momma brings the bacon milk and eggs just for us all to eat. The cause and the effect of always being around a flawless sheep.

Verse 3: Sentimental sediments. Looking for the evidence. Spit a couple bars for proof that if my rhymes are better than the niggas that are president assasinate the regiments. Forever bet that heavy tools to use inside the shed I'm in. 
Expect the sin. Closer to a wreck I meant to check it for the best of it. Surprised to see it thriving like the brand new testament. I'm heated from the breakfast and I'm feeding on it. Fighting through the pain like I'm playing a match of Tekken 6.

My preference of music has your thinking quite confused but when I come to pick and choose you snooze you lose and leave with bruises. Clueless. I'm helping you with moving switch it up so they won't boo you. Couldn't find a subject so I named this Carter 62.

Verse 4: "When Saine Diemone coming in the building right now" dude just cut off all your efforts cus they gone get shot down. I'm darkening the light bounds. The markings of a bright cloud. The parchment reads to quiet down but Ill just shoot your lights out. Foreal. I hunting down to kill. I gots to pay my bills. I dropped out all my options now my watch is saying its time to feel. Suicidal thoughts has got me asking for depression pills but hit a couple joints and just get high until I get the chills.

Fortify and organize. The gorgons eye will stone the live reproach the lies the roaches died and now I'm sick that Morgan lied. 4 to 5 shots will make the border line stop and bring the poor to find crops to sell on order line shops. 
Fetish for your reverend seven letters serves the messenger for better or for worse I summon curses with the Devils cup. The center of that sweater lets collectors know on what is up. You smell that nectar substance so you know I got connections bruh.

Verse 5: Five verses for the branch. Pie thirsting for the ants lies lurking in the trench accept the chance that you'll regret. The vibe is cursive for the ranch.
My eyes are burning from the sand. The tide is turning for the next success the desk is trekking pests for less.

Rolling up colder than frozen foods in a hookah to smoke a tube for the prudent to hold and glue the excuses for Hovahs suit. You gave me some molden soup for the troops to be soldiers too. I'm too old to be told to behold the soul of his road and room. The rest of you rely upon defying what you can't deny. Secrets could be risking all thats left inside my fragile mind. Done I guess we had our time. Looking deep within my eyes. And now I leave with a goodbye cus I got bigger fish to fry.

Carter "62"

LYRICS BELOW:

Verse I:

Its cold out so I zip up my jacket.
Be the best nigga I can be til my casket. But I never claim or brag because the shit I have had well I just skate around and blow the fire like its a habit. In fact I may stash it. To get it you gonna have to be much quicker than that nigga I'm worse than a savage with the bass in my voice I bring fear to the track shove a bottle down I'll make you shit a cap out your ass.

Peter pan mad that he couldn't fly with me And I do not give a damn about these hoes who have "missed me"!.
Everybody's gone and its the turn of the century? 5 shots and I'm 6 deep. Kill beats , just had an epiphany. I'm leaving pretty soon and I want you to come with me. So we can watch these niggas lose their brains in a minute see Ima fall til I finish or be diminished Ima kill these mother fuckers or die with my head splitting. Huh.

I bring it back for the passion.
When I look in the past I'm like how did this happen? Huh?
You say it ain't no problem but my foots up your ass.
Cast vast destruction when I play out my raps.
I say..fuck the world in case there is a disaster.
Now that I think about it back when I used to be  master.
I'd show these idiots the meaning of their actions.
But I was never involved with them niggas with no subtractions.

Indeed. I was that nigga with heat.
I brought fear to anyone who thought that they challenged me.
I realign all my priorities you're still in the teens.
In fact I think you should give up. fuck you and all of your dreams.
Yes I'm all what It seems I am the truth nigga.
I spawn in my image what's known as ruthless nigga.
Make beats, play games and rape, eat, and I'm dangerous take heed. Beware of them fake b's.
I famish them Drake leads.
Bitches getting stank I can smell em like baked beans. And I don't think I can tell you what's under them blank sheets.

Y'all niggas say my shit dead but it's well alive
And throbbing hard enough where its down for taking your lives.
Sick of the crying invited to be reliable
And make the niggas say that they don't really read the bible though.
Icy cold crimes and rhythm and rhymed mind whose always making the time to be reading between the lines.
Harder than the average practicing my grind to the point where its refined enough to progress into mines.

I am one of the realest that you ever will meet. Just ask my niggas even they would say I'm meant to be chief, But who listens? I Bet no one can say the name of a beat. But Ima just sit back and laugh
and watch you suffer defeat are you up for the heat? Cus I will muffle your speech. And You will not survive cus ain't nobody fucking with me.

Verse II:

Kill six niggas then I dip in a minute.
Bring the bitches back so I can cook em in grits.
Give me all the dope so I can tuck it in gently.
And blow out all the smoke within my lungs they have hit.
Sick of all the music that these niggas are spitting.
I hold back but they gone make me murder the switch.
I try hard just to get them to listen.
But all them niggas worried bout is fucking a bitch.

Enough of this shit
I'm running the hits.
You stumble with this.
I'm humble in gifts.
And rumble the ship.
You humping a stick.
And suckin a dick
I'm rough with the shift And hot as hell with my kik.
Nigga I have to restrict
Breaking down my wall until I'm out of this quick.
Beat a niggas ass until he gets with the pic.
Punch the fucking door and when my hands in a splint, well that'll be the only time when I give up on this shit.

If I got somewhere to be then I'll summon my skateboard. And ride around the world when I plummet them fake whores.
If I run out and you got it I'll take yours, but that's only when I'm desperate and begging to make more.
As I make beats man the lyrics they just be flowin. Going more harder than eggs on a hot stove. If you really hear it I promise the cased closed. There really is no question about when the hates old.

Bring comfort to anyone who is scary.
I'm only here to help them in getting outside the barrier. And every single person relying on God to carry them into the battlefield of good and evil be prepared for it. Arrogance, no errors the errands I ran are buried. As you wait for me like you wait for the tooth fairy.
Time is flying by so let me do this while I'm young and send a message to people I'm here as the Mail Carrier.

Mail Carrier

*LYRICS*

Them raw niggas who got chopped by the fan. And copped the grass of the land. Who don't need guns we destroy with our hands. We blazing quality volume higher than stars at a glance. (7/7/96 - ? ) I'm tryna stop but I can't.

Flow sick that I choke wizards and poke witches with the sharp scissors I put a hault to them old niggas and I'm told I'm wicked with lyrics hearing is cold I mold spirits to gold. Don't be scared just come home. And with the dime that I rolled Ill have my dinner to go. It's possible you ain't know that I'm powerful with the force. Instilled in me. I'm here just to kill billies and see how you really feel with me. The last time be real with me. I'm tryna get rich bruh my pockets like one divided by 50. But nobody even asked for your 2 cents.

So fuck you and everybody you's with. Hit me up with new shit when we get poppin I'm purchasing all the new gifts.
That includes the shit I never had like yo bitch new lips. A pool table, pool sticks, and a new clique. When dude spits I'm
cruel and doom is set for the trip. Prepare to get ripped to even parents being scared to get whipped. The negative 6 to the 5th fraction im told to fuck your reaction from used to being nappy with half a ounce of that african happy meal. I'm planning to get it with or without a deal. And if my fans is real then I need to do it without a shield. Caught you niggas slippin on banana peels and yes there's many fish in the sea but she's what I'd rather reel. So what I'm saying? Fuck yo bitch and how she actually feels. I'm rapping to kill. You flappin your bill and braggin bout you trap with your skills. My actions for real you acting like you never practiced you're distracted by rappers who do it better, you salty? Here's your pepper. My goal is to get this cheddar and to do this shit forever boy. Whether you respecting my efforts is measured, pressure is pressured, my predecessor's my professor with a message I invest my time in lesser assessments whoever freshens the desert is the aggressor. Not to mention everybody tryna be successful. That in itself makes it stressful. Makes you pop a blood vessel but who else is gonna help you in your time of need when everything ain't going special.

So wipe the tears from your eyes. And when you hear the surprise a nigga made it you can cheer from the cries. And drink a beer when it's wise. And listen to the shit you need to revise and I advise you if you hear just to dine by all means get the fuck outta line if you ain't heard then it's my time to shine. If you face me you will possibly die. Them bitch niggas they don't get a reply.

Demon Saine

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