Текст песни Divine Dreams - CASUAL, MooN ShynE

Divine Dreams

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