Divine Type Lyrics

Always precipice of putting points

In proper place, prolly

Pussy buddy but he never

Put it in my face

Piggies peeking in to see just

Pow i spend a day say

"I'm pasty bruh i put up

Propaganda rapid pace"

Always precipice of putting people

In they place, prolly

Picking out a spot

To sit and watch it all decay

Piggies try to keep me

But i'm always streets away

Spend my day cut and pasting

Proper points for what i say

Paper pieces of my heart for

People pleading for a break—life

Same kinda vibes i profess when i preach

Like karl was just a person that i met up in my past life

Pass a manifesto down the line and plan a rent strike

Towers power down

Parapets succumb to ground

I'm the dirt: bitch i'm fertile

As a worker's running mouth

Running loud

Only way i know how

Here now

Everybody get down

Boss shit? chopped

None allowed in the shop

Slaughterhouse stockroom popped

Can't accommodate the bodies

That i harvest as a crop from the top

Politicians paying pawns

Bullets piercing—what they bought

(Whatchu want?)

Call it debt collection

Owed to the mob

Call it money but its blood

That i'm drawing from a cop

Call it debt collection

Owed to the mob

Call it money but its bloody

When i pull out all the stops

(Call it debt collection

Owed to the mob

Call it money but its blood

That i'm drawing from a cop

Call it debt collection

Owed to the mob

Call it money but its bloody

When i pull out all the stops)

Always precipice of putting points

In proper place, prolly

Pussy buddy but he never

Put it in my face

Piggies peeking in to see just

Pow i spend a day say

"I'm pasty bruh i put up

Propaganda rapid pace"

Always precipice of putting people

In they place, prolly

Picking out a spot

To sit and watch it all decay

Piggies try to keep me

But i'm always streets away

Spend my day cut and pasting

Proper points for what i say