Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Divo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathon Jakob Pitman
Songwriter
Ivan Andres Ramirez
Songwriter
Olivier Nestor
Songwriter
Michael Pompey
Songwriter
Lyrics
Come on
Mic wreck
Mic wreck
I got a vendetta so you know I bring it whenever
Yo who ever really want it I'm not flaunting, I'm better
N- know I spit forever, never run out of breath
Far from commercial, I rock a show in my sweats
I work hard on my mind, I don't work on my chest
I don't smoke cigarettes, I'm trying to dodge cancer
But I know when God calls, got no choice to answer
I take my destiny in hand like the black panthers
Got an independent label, I don't need advances
Keep your cash, these five majors make me laugh
Keep signing that trash, that ain't real music
Don't let me show you how to do it then you come recruit it
Got no choice to keep it underground, ya'll n- ruined it
I don't know what you consuming, got some sh- brewing
DL Incognito covered by my own union
Nine Planets Hiphop, we're like the new movement
I'm catching wreck
I leave mics torn
Come on
I'm catching wreck
I leave mics torn
Come on
Rhyme amazing, styles red hot like spitting cajun
Still my reign through this jungle is not precipitation
I dream, sitting patient for this curtain to rise
Not concerned with these guys, rock a certain disguise
I'm me, true to myself and true to my word
You'll see, anything else is truly absurd
Divo Incognito, two stars by far equal to none
And since we building it the people will come
Got no need for the guns, some people bleed for the funds
So what's the route of evil? Lethal when I speak through the tongue
So we gon' reach for the sun, leave haters in total blackness
Local actors, imitators need vocal practice
Combatants in the war with themselves, who be the hardest?
I'm a scientist, a poet, recording artist
Politician steady politicking, hardly a joke
Me and DL the God sipping audio coke
I'm catching wreck
I leave mics torn
Come on
I'm catching wreck
I leave mics torn
Come on
I'm not oldschool or newschool I'm right in the middle
My claim to fame that came from my 12 inch singles
I did the grind that it takes, I ain't do no jingles
I'm barely on the radio, they don't play me like bingo
If it ain't about the biz don't get me involved
They got problems with the kid 'cause they bet he evolved
Say he don't chill with you, I'm real with you
He's too commercial, he's too underground to build with you
Yo really son, what's the difference if it's dope, its dope
If I'm feeling your sh- then I'm a let you know
If I'm not, then I probably won't buy it, better that than me lying
Ya'll know the science, we can't all be a client
I'm invincible, understand the principle well
Don't sleep, I'm deep like every inch of a well
Quench your thirst with knowledge, went first to college
Before the hustle, fame, and dollars I was first a scholar
I'm catching wreck
I leave mics torn
Come on
I'm catching wreck
I leave mics torn
Come on
I'm catching wreck
I leave mics torn
Come on
I'm catching wreck
I leave mics torn
Come on
Written by: Ivan Andres Ramirez, Michael Pompey, Olivier Nestor
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