Divine Styler - Womb To The Tomb lyrics

CHORUS: From the womb to the tomb [Earth to dust] From the earth to the moon [The woman I trust] And from the sea to the sky [I see reflection] And from the brain through the eye [Another soul blessed on] From the celtic tribes, and the highland plains I hit you with the quickness, like bad brains I ain't blowin' no spikes, no queers, no dykes Just the pale-faced cracker in the high-top nikes Dope bustin' mics, I smoke cannibus And if it's God's day off, in the cig I trust You don't think I bust, you don't know my style I got kids that'll hit ya on the low-profile I've been from 248, out to east New York My earth don't wear swine I don't eat pork From no rusty fork, or no silver spoon Put down your silver platter, kid, come check the data My crew's chalk full of free information It's ji`had, Mecca be the destination Glory be to God one more prostration The root and foundation of civilization CHORUS VERSE: Divine Styler Makin' sh** happen, transition to casual moods I'm livin' revelations, for real spiracle I unroll the mythical chronic, keep an airborne stash To make Divine's stein shine in this k**ah rhyme clash Now seven false gods, (c'mon) step through the temple Loose joints tremble, a brother said I resemble The teachings of Jesus they sat down and said teach us The illest earthly dreams of drama homicide schemes I said brother mind want cream, but brothers i see green Of a once warm flesh to arrest their peace Never release your finger piece to go up in you with no crease Then a priest overcame one sunlight, and beamed And blessed on the DNA legacy in me CHORUS VERSE: Divine Styler My teacher teaches the wickedness, out of my swiftness My mental be kickin' the sh** out my physical Ridiciulous duels, and ridiculous deals Make a brother want to clot some chrome inch steel My finger on the trigger a destiny for real I sit in purgatory tryin' to break seven seals Nine hells deep I see nine of me creep But divine of me seek to put nine of me to sleep I exhaust my existence, the pain is persistent My mind got the quickness, I'm on my own hit-list I head to gates of warped states and parralellistics Now if knowledge is the essence of every man Link him up with his wisdom so they understand No matter, who ya be set your culture free Cause' its the final hour time to refine your power We're all equal, livin' man is God You can't destroy what I build, cause i'm all of me k**ed That's my cypher, my atom is a sphere and a square Cause I'm here and I'm there from the sea to the air CHORUS