Divine Intervention
by Elijah Divine
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MultiGenre DEBUT from Elijah Divine ! Hiphop - Drum and Bass-Dubstep. Download includes 15 original sounds loaded with lyrical slaughter & quadruple entendre's. Various hungry/talented/dedicated beasts on the beats. Diode on the coverart, back, traycard! Two bonus hiphop tracks. WWW.ELIJAHDIVINE.COMBuy Now $5 USD or more
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Intro
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Roll Out
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Stay Alive
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Sit Back
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Write 2 Assemble
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Stay Alive Remix
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Game of Death VIP
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Guttaball
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Roll Out Remix
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Wage $lave
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Soul'd Out
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Instrumental Outro
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Trippin (Bonus)
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Wave (Bonus)
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Elijah Divine - Divine Intervention. Multi-Genre. HipHop. Drum and Bass. Dubstep. Various Artists.
Debut Solo Multi-Genre Release
Recorded with Logik @ Logikal Productions
Debut Solo Multi-Genre Release
Recorded with Logik @ Logikal Productions
credits
released 11 November 2011
All lyrics written and performed by: Elijah Divine.
Production by: Scrilla, Phaded, Saint Dirty, Tone Capone, BMF, DJ Manipulator, Senses, Ras Daws, Symetrex, DL, Jeff Avery, Noya, Joe Blaxx.
Turntablism provided by: Andis & Treeman.
All tracks recorded by Logik @ Logikal Productions.
Mahalo Nui Loa - All Ohana, YOU know who YOU are
All lyrics written and performed by: Elijah Divine.
Production by: Scrilla, Phaded, Saint Dirty, Tone Capone, BMF, DJ Manipulator, Senses, Ras Daws, Symetrex, DL, Jeff Avery, Noya, Joe Blaxx.
Turntablism provided by: Andis & Treeman.
All tracks recorded by Logik @ Logikal Productions.
Mahalo Nui Loa - All Ohana, YOU know who YOU are
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- Track Name: Roll Out
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Roll Dice Roll Trees Roll Out Roll Face
Roll Skunk Get Drunk Big up Bang Bass
Read Books Read Looks Read Crooks
and watch the space
cause we got money to make (x2)
Ace up the sleeve, the king of the clubs,
sharper than a boxcutter when its cutting your rug
Feds afraid of my philosophy its something to bug
Especially when Im heavily, puffing this bud
Said I bang the drum heavily, energy of a cherokee
My headdress a mess, its sess and deadly melodies
Yes a simple remedy, pouring out some hennesse
Shadowboxing with a ghost, ventin out my energy
I stick and move I show and prove I show and prove
I stick and move, Im showing yall the protocol,
we talking krush groove,
my sound swerve like drivers on the curb
when they flippin thru the radio, searching for some herb,
so whats the word? divine comes to mind
and if you talking bout the ryhme fam elijahs on his grind
its and honor, you see me flippin thru the genre's
junglistic dubculture hiphop, wheres the comma?
Roll Dice Roll Trees Roll Out Roll Face
Roll Skunk Get Drunk Big up Bang Bass
Read Books Read Looks Read Crooks
and watch the space
cause we got money to make (x2)
Drum and Bass, Hiphop in the flesh
A Junglist Im dubsteppin with the best of the best
See me standing on the forefront
Reporting on your pour front,
Kickflips in sick kicks, what the rythmic rawkus
raw-kuts from your brother divine
im bringing back a 89 vibe, your mother rewind
I mean I, smother your mind with a coveted ryhme
That you confuse for a comforter, its snuggling time
Soundbwoy dead in a Sandman Hook &
Candy yams in Yan Cans Cook,
I could ryhme, said Divine is I, I mean
Body by God, Divine designed, I mean
Fists of Rage, Im Worcester raised
I beat basslines to death aint no mystery
Bring it back for Elijah Divine
Reppin in the spot, 1 time for your mind like
Roll Dice Roll Trees Roll Out Roll Face
Roll Skunk Get Drunk Big up Bang Bass
Read Books Read Looks Read Crooks
and watch the space
cause we got money to make (x2) - Track Name: Stay Alive
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Dip Dip Dive, Just so-socialize
Open up your ears, reveal your third eye
Keep your mind open, eyes is on the prize
Key in your hand, the plan, to stay alive
Khaki Suits & Timberland Boots
gotta hat to the side with the loot by the foot
Watch on my wrist, rings on my fist
Wrappin it up, poppin the truth
Talkin to you, walk with a crew
with a walkman, spark 2 hop in the fallpit
Often the prophet margin, way too hard market
Apostolic, Alcoholic,
Narcotically not narotic
Nirvana thru marijuana, the carma, catanoic
The chronic, catastrophic, the phonics, like a comet
See it blast thru your raps, I splash, make you vomit
Say I promise to pay homage & double up on the dollars
And follow the stars beyond the dawn & final hours
This the final countdown, energised enterprise
Elijah Divine, hell if I let it die
Dip Dip Dive, Just so-socialize
Open up your ears, reveal your third eye
Keep your mind open, eyes is on the prize
Key in your hand, the plan, to stay alive
Coming in peace Im leaving in peace
Im leaving these wack emcee's to decease
Checkin my bread, knowing the ledge
Reading and feeding these books to my head
Studying hard, word to the god
Pushin these pushups working these bars
Writing these rhymes, lighting these dimes
Bringing it back...
oh my god
crumblin herb im mumblin words
building my chamber serving my verbs
being a king, slang in a sling, slinging the verb
Bringin it back, hat to the wack
Feet to the wall, scratch to the wax
Heat up a blunt, puff it puff it
Fuckin pass pass... - Track Name: Sit Back
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Trying to sit back, relax, with a glass of the yac
Greenest Green I ever seen, with a queen on my lap,
Another Day, Another Blessing
So take a look at what Divine manifesting
Sitting back with a buddha sack, a baboon on my back
Breaking up some bubblicious got a bible on my lap,
Im Taking out a page, I blaze, replace it with a rap
I turn a song to a psalm & make it to a track
All n together now, cool, keep it clever now
Higher than a kites height halfway to heaven now
I find peace & a cypher stay complete
See its like a swimming pool see me jumpin in the deep
Abyss infinite, my drum circle different
Im married thru a ring of smoke, Mary Jane im hittin it
My microphone militant, Voice bring the vigilance
Droppin knowledge like a college keg party spillin' it
Like you wouldnt beleive, an emcee
Im out the norm, bring the storm, think you fuckin' w E
Next up? See I beleive thats Me
Go head, grab the mic on that symphony
Trying to sit back, relax, with a glass of the yac
Greenest Green I ever seen, with a queen on my lap,
Another Day, Another Blessing
So take a look at what Divine manifesting
Sittin back with a boombox, soundbombing smooth talk
Roots like Manuva, runnin thru you like a tube-sock
You know I got this, Witness the Fitness
Sounds so original, my style is the illest
Snappin back to reality, Soul 2 Soul casually
A soul glow flow like whoa! Assault & Battery
My rapsheet & rhapsody, label me your majesty
Whole crowd screaming out O What a Tragedy
My life like a night flight, Im hype when the mic right
I write when my pen pour, you been poor?
Right..Right...Now step up if you wanna get hurt,
This a full time jack mode yo ass in the dirt
Headbanger boogie, got a bag of white cookies
Snicklefritz & Sassafras blastin thru your hoodie
Man this the sound from the one like Divine
Right check...I sit back and just recline
Trying to sit back, relax, with a glass of the yac
Greenest Green I ever seen, with a queen on my lap,
Another Day, Another Blessing
So take a look at what Divine manifesting - Track Name: Write 2 Assemble
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Police Pass By, Boom Biddy Bye Bye
Babylon Destroyed when i look em in they eye
I say the sounds of the sirens
like violens of violence
Providing me with vibes I cant describe without wildin
Fuck the police, mentality since birth
The first lesson ever learned, you dont trust em on this earth
The swine merchant whole purpose is to prey upon the weak
When the weakest thing on the earth is the fuckin police
Whats giving you the right to make decisions in my life?
You cant control yourself and you hide behind a light
Its a tragedy your majesty somebody stole the throne
Kingdom come home to carma, a cause for concern
The people tie together and the earth provide the weather
I feel a change in the wind, its a sin your endeavor
Gotta come to an end, eternity you spend,
Incarcerated carma, you with your friends
Police Pass Bye, Boom Biddy Bye Bye
Babylon Destroyed when i look em in they eye
Who's giving you the right to try and oversee my life
On the real I got a weapon concealed, thats a mic
I use it like a light, you use yours when you fight
It take 5 of you to take me down, so tell me whats the hype
or...how you get the upper hand?
Thinkin Im a suckaman? Live my life according to the laws of another man?
Ya fucking right...quote me on the words
Im saying fuck the police my free speech is getting served
Right to Assemble, Telepathic in the temple
Careless about the ca$h, your death sentence instrumental
So make the gasface, Im coming at you fastpaced
I slit a piggies throat, last place in the rat race
So bring it back 1 time for your mind
This a uprise, screamin motherfuck a swine... - Track Name: Game of Death VIP
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Staring at the stars, conversations with the gods
Connecting knuckles in a huddle like bong! lets get it on
I got your back you got my front?
I got your front you got my back?
Hold up, I see a soundboy dont want his head attached
Swinging swords like Honzo, metaphors are Gonzo
Pai Mei on pcp, kickin combos
Yeah its metaphorical, Yeah its metaphysical
I prophecize while I lobotomize individuals
Stay Divine, see me flying from the hive
With a swarm of Emcee's trying to elevate your mind
Foaming out the face, go ballistic over bass
Beating drums til my tongue numb, airing out the space
Never catch a case, Fuck it soundboy fi dead
Man its a new school killing spree, Off with his head
Pass it to my bredren, Percussion my profession
Dis Generation...who the fuck you testin? - Track Name: Guttaball
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It seem like everytime I turn on a cd or tape
I hear somebody talkin bout they the greatest of great
The best that there ever was..cmon cuz
You frontin you nothing, stupid is as stupid does,
This is what a killa does, fill it up, let it out
Man, a machine gun flow, I show you what this about
The name Divine, shine thru the ryhme
Listen up 1 time for your mind...
Fresh out the gutter, got 2 scoops of butter
Handful hashish, capiche? some fluffernutter
Original-nutta, never knew another
Nicest on the mic, thats right, word to my mother
Safari when I party, stomp sounds like a juggernaut
This my year here, ya get ready for the bumbaclaat
Halfway to the hookah spot, carrying a cuckoo clock
Catastrophes have to be happening fam I move alot
Whos hot, no they not, stop it right there
Real ting dis..cant nobody compare
Ceremony master, Microphone masher
Backwoods passer, pumped, party crasher
Kegstanding Hennessy, overstanding energy
Allegedly? Hell no, heavenly a legacy
Nobody next to me im standing at the top
Legend in my own mind, Divine, Spaceshot
Second thought, wait a minute
hold up whats going on?
You cant be serious, you hearing this?
Weak, not stong like me
I & I E Divine emcee
you want it you could get it, beheaded ahead of emcees
come on now, you now i mash thru walls
cooler than some coolaid, oh yea i brawl
Brassknuckles & bass, I pass buckets in place
A bread & circuis when I merk this,
Ruckus ya face...
It seem like everytime I turn on a cd or tape
I hear somebody talkin bout they the greatest of great
The best that there ever was..cmon cuz
You frontin you nothing, stupid is as stupid does,
This is what a killa does, fill it up, let it out
Man, a machine gun flow, I show you what this about
The name Divine, shine thru the ryhme
Listen up 1 time for your mind... - Track Name: Roll Out Remix
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Roll Out
lyrics
Roll Dice Roll Trees Roll Out Roll Face
Roll Skunk Get Drunk Big up Bang Bass
Read Books Read Looks Read Crooks
and watch the space
cause we got money to make (x2)
Ace up the sleeve, the king of the clubs,
sharper than a boxcutter when its cutting your rug
Feds afraid of my philosophy its something to bug
Especially when Im heavily, puffing this bud
Said I bang the drum heavily, energy of a cherokee
My headdress a mess, its sess and deadly melodies
Yes a simple remedy, pouring out some hennesse
Shadowboxing with a ghost, ventin out my energy
I stick and move I show and prove I show and prove
I stick and move, Im showing yall the protocol,
we talking krush groove,
my sound swerve like drivers on the curb
when they flippin thru the radio, searching for some herb,
so whats the word? divine comes to mind
and if you talking bout the ryhme fam elijahs on his grind
its and honor, you see me flippin thru the genre's
junglistic dubculture hiphop, wheres the comma?
Roll Dice Roll Trees Roll Out Roll Face
Roll Skunk Get Drunk Big up Bang Bass
Read Books Read Looks Read Crooks
and watch the space
cause we got money to make (x2)
Drum and Bass, Hiphop in the flesh
A Junglist Im dubsteppin with the best of the best
See me standing on the forefront
Reporting on your pour front,
Kickflips in sick kicks, what the rythmic rawkus
raw-kuts from your brother divine
im bringing back a 89 vibe, your mother rewind
I mean I, smother your mind with a coveted ryhme
That you confuse for a comforter, its snuggling time
Soundbwoy dead in a Sandman Hook &
Candy yams in Yan Cans Cook,
I could ryhme, said Divine is I, I mean
Body by God, Divine designed, I mean
Fists of Rage, Im Worcester raised
I beat basslines to death aint no mystery
Bring it back for Elijah Divine
Reppin in the spot, 1 time for your mind like
Roll Dice Roll Trees Roll Out Roll Face
Roll Skunk Get Drunk Big up Bang Bass
Read Books Read Looks Read Crooks
and watch the space
cause we got money to make (x2 - Track Name: Wage $lave
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Who Jah bless, I know no man curse,
I hope my stress put to rest once im finished with this verse
Overworked & Underpaid, Overstressed & Underrated
Overlooked & Underground, Im frustrated
Sometimes I cant take it, Even knowing that Ill make it
Got my back against the wall, my head spinnin like im breakin
Full time grind, feel like im running out of time
Theres a million things I gotta do before the day I die
I just past 25, Im feeling like im 89
Ive had 90 9-5's since 1999
I still cant get a dime, your heinus with the rhyme
Aint had a smile on his face, since he was five on the slide
Fam by my side, still Im feeling lonely
Had way too many pass & too many was my homies
I cant get a break, even when Im all alone
I got ghosts from my pasts running laps in my dome
My mic is never cold, my stories never told
like my soul was never sold, Like my eyes I never closed
Divine could never fold, I play the cards Im dealt
Making a living off my writtens throwing shakas on the shelf
Shit! I was born for this, made for this, raised for this
My punchlines are like a pot of gold, people pay for this
Theres no doubt in my mind, I know in time
Ill make beautiful music, for you to rewind
Til that time come...Ill probably never be the same
Kickin holes in the bassbins cussin out the game
Frown on my face, setting fire to the stage
Screaming out can I kick it, sweat putting out the flames - Track Name: Soul'd Out
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Did you sell yo soul buying diamonds from a mine?
Did somebody slave to death just so you could look fly
Is it diamonds, Is it bling?
Does your spirit feel whole? Or did you...
Sell yo Soul?
I know a dude named Ryheem, his chain sparkle & gleam
The most high the most fly the most paid on his team
But man, little does he know that his American dream
Is another nations nightmare, it aint as fly as it seem
BlingBang from a diamond mine, his eyes up a $
The sound it set it off like semi-automatics at columbine
Follow mind..we hear to put an end
to that gettin that, spending that, money making trend
Whats up fucks? Where you putting your bucks?
Some shiny new jewels? Tires for your truck?
We got hungry, we got poor, we got famines, we got war, you got four pinky rings, im sure that you could fit more...
Better yet, get the fuck out my face
& if you gonna have to spend, then dude do it with taste
Cause I wouldnt sell my soul for the shine of a stone
I be at home writing poems about Sierra Leone
Did you sell yo soul buying diamonds from a mine?
Did somebody slave to death just so you could look fly
Is it diamonds, Is it bling?
Does your spirit feel whole? Or did you...
Sell yo Soul?
