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Divine Technique
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Divine Technique was released on February 8, 2025 by Pluto Outerspace LLC as a part of the album Sorry 4 The Space
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Release DateFebruary 8, 2025
LabelPluto Outerspace LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pluto Outerspace
Pluto Outerspace
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jahlil Lashid Allen
Jahlil Lashid Allen
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fredo Beatz
Fredo Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

(This beat lit Fredo!)
We in "Outerspace"
"Sorry 4 The Space"
Yea
Get me hot
Ima' spin like ceiling fan
Had to cross all my t's
Fuck a middle man
Had to dot all the I's
Sticking to the plan
Why the guys go and switch?
It won't be the same
Why they mad at the kid?
Like it's me to blame
Spilled the sauce and the drip
I just gave them game
High as fuck all the time
Never seen A plane
"Ultra instinct" my body
Don't need A brain
Why they all in their ego?
Just be A man
Put my pride to the side
Said I need A hand
Why you look in my eyes?
Laughing in my face
Now you all In the past
And I'm "Outerspace"
I got GOD on my side
Moving state to state
Baby nine when I slide
Got to keep me safe
'Louie V' on the face
Can't see the hate
Royalties, building wealth
Checks to estates
All that pain in my eyes
You can't see A game
All them nights, had to grind
Trapping through the rain
By my lonely, still did it
Ain't get A hand
Seen me flossing
Running through rubber bands
Go and do it
They mad, they can't match the spill
High off life and this earth
I don't need A pill
"Baby Shark" he'll eat
I don't need to drill
On attack, on alert
All they know is kill
Im the ****, right now
That can tell them chill
I was serving the junkies
They needed krill's
Smoke the purple, it's punching
I'm on my heels
Chop A onion, go bag it
Then hit the field
We was playing for keeps
We was deep for real
He don't want it like me
Really need them mils
All my youths got to eat
Got to feed to fill
100k what it cost
Just A yearly bill
All that pain in my eyes
You can't see A game
All them nights, had to grind
Trapping through the rain
By my lonely, still did it
Ain't get A hand
Seen me flossing
Running through rubber bands
Go and do it
They mad, they can't match the spill
High off life and this earth
I don't need A pill
"Baby Shark" he'll eat
I don't need to drill
On attack, on alert
All they know is kill
Get me hot
Ima' spin like ceiling fan
Had to cross all my t's
Fuck a middle man
Had to dot all the I's
Sticking to the plan
Why the guys go and switch?
It won't be the same
Why they mad at the kid?
Like it's me to blame
Spilled the sauce and the drip
I just gave them game
High as fuck all the time
Never seen A plane
"Ultra instinct" my body
Don't need A brain
Why they all in their ego?
Just be a man
Put my pride to the side
Said I need A hand
Why you look in my eyes?
Laughing in my face
Now you all In the past
And I'm "Outerspace"
I got GOD on my side
Moving state to state
Baby nine when I slide
Got to keep me safe
'Louie V' on the face
Can't see the hate
Royalties, building wealth
Checks to estates
(Young Outerspace, "Fredo Beatz"
We on A whole 'nother level)
("Sorry 4 The Space"
"Outerspace" like the stars in the 'Wraith')
Written by: Jahlil Lashid Allen
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