Lyrics Divine Dreams - Casual feat. Moon Shyne

Casual Verse;
In Oakland Hills. The Owner of the Golden Skill.
Fetch fire out of stone with the stroke of steel-1
Spit fire in the phones and the mic collects it/
Once it hits the wire, the words electric-2
Call it Heat. You recognize the properties of Fire.
I shine the light that gave birth to desire-3
And through this, I often sacrifice a rappers life/
The fake get trapped in the studio and tied to the stake!!-4
I'm an elementary element. Eloquent vehiculum of Thee Esteem Elohim-5
I've been invited to the most gracious places/
I've witnessed the greatness of various races-6
I've learned to be evasive of evils that chase us/
Son of the creator, cause yes im creative, hold of evil spirits with the tongue of the native-8
The ancient story teller said "Give'm a while!!" I got my legs crossed. Sitting Indian Style.-8