To all my flawless baby mama's, following my baby mama
On Halloween, she remind me of my Baby Mama
She honestly believe I would leave my Baby Mama
She gotta have a body like Amari Bailey mama
A face like Lori Harvey great vagina
Some real estate an awesome place
Is off lakes with office space behind 'em
Create so many happy things I call myself divine
Flesh is high, Pressure high
Running on Ryan Welker's eye
There's not a time when I ain't felt divine
Even when round the clock I held the 9
Letting the Devil buy himself the time
It gets telling when you scale and climb
Telling crime, you get the smell of fried melon when you sellin' swine
The safe roots that raised dudes they new shelves
The great dudes, They abused they use Camaros
The nine blew straight through the barrel
Through they suit apparel
Define cruise they shoot a mural
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Look beyond what see bring vision to the blind
Life's a chess game, check the board
I'm painting pictures like Picasso, that's my word
See, I'm the epitome, the pinnacle of rap's throne,
The illest, the realest, call me the microphone's own
Einstein said, "Imagination is everything," So I dream in verses
Left with logic and language, brain waves disperses
Write for creativity and intuition, So I feast on knowledge
All problems are illusions of the mind, my mental excursus
I channel greatness, like Napoleon in his prime
Conquering every beat, every rhythm every rhyme
No comparison, I'm a carpenter on the board
Sharper than Caesar's sword, chop chop, like umbilical cord
I'm the alpha, the omega, in this rap saga
My rhymes cut through souls, akin to a katana
I'm the Tesla of rhythm, electrifying the scene
Creating sonic revolutions, a visionary dream
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Look beyond what see bring vision to the blind
Prophesy - Concentration OF The Mind (feat. Royce da 5'9") Lyrics
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To all my flawless baby mama's, following my baby mama
On Halloween, she remind me of my Baby Mama
She honestly believe I would leave my Baby Mama
She gotta have a body like Amari Bailey mama
A face like Lori Harvey great vagina
Some real estate an awesome place
Is off lakes with office space behind 'em
Create so many happy things I call myself divine
Flesh is high, Pressure high
Running on Ryan Welker's eye
There's not a time when I ain't felt divine
Even when round the clock I held the 9
Letting the Devil buy himself the time
It gets telling when you scale and climb
Telling crime, you get the smell of fried melon when you sellin' swine
The safe roots that raised dudes they new shelves
The great dudes, They abused they use Camaros
The nine blew straight through the barrel
Through they suit apparel
Define cruise they shoot a mural
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Look beyond what see bring vision to the blind
Life's a chess game, check the board
I'm painting pictures like Picasso, that's my word
See, I'm the epitome, the pinnacle of rap's throne,
The illest, the realest, call me the microphone's own
Einstein said, "Imagination is everything," So I dream in verses
Left with logic and language, brain waves disperses
Write for creativity and intuition, So I feast on knowledge
All problems are illusions of the mind, my mental excursus
I channel greatness, like Napoleon in his prime
Conquering every beat, every rhythm every rhyme
No comparison, I'm a carpenter on the board
Sharper than Caesar's sword, chop chop, like umbilical cord
I'm the alpha, the omega, in this rap saga
My rhymes cut through souls, akin to a katana
I'm the Tesla of rhythm, electrifying the scene
Creating sonic revolutions, a visionary dream
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Look beyond what see bring vision to the blind
On Halloween, she remind me of my Baby Mama
She honestly believe I would leave my Baby Mama
She gotta have a body like Amari Bailey mama
A face like Lori Harvey great vagina
Some real estate an awesome place
Is off lakes with office space behind 'em
Create so many happy things I call myself divine
Flesh is high, Pressure high
Running on Ryan Welker's eye
There's not a time when I ain't felt divine
Even when round the clock I held the 9
Letting the Devil buy himself the time
It gets telling when you scale and climb
Telling crime, you get the smell of fried melon when you sellin' swine
The safe roots that raised dudes they new shelves
The great dudes, They abused they use Camaros
The nine blew straight through the barrel
Through they suit apparel
Define cruise they shoot a mural
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Look beyond what see bring vision to the blind
Life's a chess game, check the board
I'm painting pictures like Picasso, that's my word
See, I'm the epitome, the pinnacle of rap's throne,
The illest, the realest, call me the microphone's own
Einstein said, "Imagination is everything," So I dream in verses
Left with logic and language, brain waves disperses
Write for creativity and intuition, So I feast on knowledge
All problems are illusions of the mind, my mental excursus
I channel greatness, like Napoleon in his prime
Conquering every beat, every rhythm every rhyme
No comparison, I'm a carpenter on the board
Sharper than Caesar's sword, chop chop, like umbilical cord
I'm the alpha, the omega, in this rap saga
My rhymes cut through souls, akin to a katana
I'm the Tesla of rhythm, electrifying the scene
Creating sonic revolutions, a visionary dream
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
The gift of mental power comes from the divine
Be tuned to great power, concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Concentration of the mind
Look beyond what see bring vision to the blind
Writer: Ryan Montgomery, Clem Mojica
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid