Lyrics Let's Go - DIVINE

Uh huh, yeah, it's Divine baby
It's going down crazy, 'nah mean, the legacy lives
C'mon, yo, let's get it on
Thought the reign was done, but the game's just begun
Force is the rays of sun, keep me blazing 'em
While they praising 'em, and everything flamed from the tongue
I keep raising 'em, the mentally blind, deaf, and dumb
For eighty-fives, that try to get live, and claim they flow
I civilize they lies, flames ain't that cold
Yo hell no, the way that I flow, I sell snow
My cold currents, is stunners, like blows from elbows
My science is set, the way I design, rhymes connect
My mind's a threat, ill contents, is triple "X"
I live and let, but you disrespect, I lick a Tec
Leave my legacy left, 'cause this kid's as deadly as cigarettes
My gun smoke, and let these dudes know, I'm no joke
I hold doe, let guns blow, and sold coke
But yo c'mon, I'm here to flow, and get it on
DJ's needles is ready, need records to set 'em on
From the parks in the streets, after dark the beats bark
The God seen the start the art, the heat sparks
DJ's [scratch] relay wit' two turntables, we burn cables
And do it all day, ill displays, and earn labels
My name is known, graffiti written, get in my zone
Poems explode, when I'm cracking atoms in chromosomes
Packing chrome, 'cause I keep it blasting, and leave it blown
To each his own, 'cause I got a fashion, to leave it sewn
My capital grown, whenever I'm rapping, grabbing the doe
Whether platinum or gold, I bring it home, facts that is known
'Cause the streets is still watching, heat just keeps popping
After crack I came of age in the cages that I was locked in
Ten years, Federal penitentiary tears
Wit' cats wit' tats that represent they criminal careers
They not going nowhere, but I just kept flowing, behold, beware
Now they know that I'm here, just show me the doe, it's so severe
No one compare, to this ghetto pharaohs metal barrel
No one come near, one blast at you, 'ill settle battles
No time to fuck wit' you, got guns I bust wit' you
Got funds, my guns hit you, you thug, I thug official
I'm not the king of New York, I'm just a king in New York
I only said it so they'd sink in my thoughts, cling to my talk
But a king in my own right, swing on my own mic
Need nothing to lean on, that's nothing to speak on
Move for self in stealth, but wit' a clique that's too thick
What we do for wealth, moved bricks, we too sick
Soon to hit ya town, you either laying or getting down
They told me to wait awhile, nah', let's bless 'em now
Professional, I got a style that's so wild
Kids go wow, females be screaming oww
I dictate, rip states, spit great, to get cake
Get fame, ain't a game what this shit takes
Like I lift weights, like I'm behind bars, in the rec' yard
'Till this kids straight, I grind wit' odds, and bless the Gods
Extra large, but I move smooth like espionage
Pen a bomb, and get it on, guess I was blessed by the stars
Let's get it on
Emcees¸ let's get it on
Deejays, let's get it on
Hip-Hop, let's get it on
Let's get it on