Amar Divine - Alumni lyrics

[Intro:] [?] [Verse 1:] [Cappadonna] I jump off the building I land in first cla** I was only 13 When she gave me my first a** I remember KC gave Sherman a dirt back From the wild streets Where nobody say we worth trash Put God first, then vocabulary, church maths Quiet, go higher Then you start to admire Swing Reverend in the house You steppin in my fire Bells ring Angels appear I throw spears Beyond the clouds Yea I sing it for every child When go go foul I feed mine from exile So special Peep ma next style Guaranteed to get the flex out Never stressed out Came back and now he's stressed out Up in the hills with black My dawg remo Watched my team glow Let the steam blow Still on my theme tho So all ya'll brothers Better line up and pay attention Haters and enemies better line up for detention Me and my henchmen Moving like french men Burn the dutch master Burn good incense The harder we go The sh** get intense n***as f** around It's goin be a bad incident Sue woo 36 chambers in an instant Never get fenced it Coco [echoes] [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] You make em' listen Came to give em what they missin Turn this whole game Into a verbal composition Life, position be like that of a right He ain't holding a pen Like what the f** should I write See everybody here be on the sterotype I ain't the one to follow suit Ain't wearing your tights Will know with my intelligence Search for higher heights Seeking better understanding Words like advice From christ or buddha A vicious barracuda Rhymes like pen on [?] So they consume us You heard i'm nice Well i'm better than the rumors Can hardly even fathom How we making these moves You blessed or sumtin Are you next door frontin You may made this sh** But you can't take nothin away We either get broke or get paid Better make your choice Or get the f** up out the way n***a [Verse 3:] [Don Shae] Shae the Ape Gorilla like King Kong Yea..move them things back and forth Like ping pong Michael Corleone Pinky ring on what? I k** a beat Getting the sting on Now pulverise anything that i'm on I keep swing on These corners you clingin on to You wanna ride or collide Bring it on Guns been supplied The silencer spinned it on Let's get it on For sure get your fitted on Mac 11, squeeze til his middle's gone I don't nuts or force cups With bad chicks Who grown up but fold up When the man kick Mad gits wanna clash with the beast It's like jura**ic park Not a rap to the [?] Enemies wanna pa** in the street The only way you pa** Is when I pa** the heat [Outro:] Hook Off (echoes)