This is Damien Bigglesmurf reporting live from Sacramento streets

Where Sevin has just released his new sing "Oh Brother"

And I'm tellin' ya folks it is slumpin' off the hook and keepin' it real

We got hundred spokes on the low-lows

Baby, and it's crackin!

[Verse 1: Sevin]

My path's legal

From past stereo steeples

I'm half negro but I have no equal

Game like Shaq Diesel

When I'm cuttin' through the lane, crackin' the board

Bringin' the fame back to the Lord in a Black Regal

Hard like the backs of beetles

I don't hang with elastic people

Only thing I lack is evil

You pop a lot of lip homeboy but your mass is fetal

What you runnin' up on this massive heat fo'

That's like tryin' to draw blood with a plastic needle

The street priest makin' cash from free flow

Brought the cure for cancer cuz my rap's like chemo

Radioactive from Sacramento

Repo your speech bro

Three fo' premo

Plus you're lookin' at a man of God

I was made in His image but I'm hard like an anthropod

Comparin' your works to the hands of God?

That's like tradin' digital for analog

Don't even let me get started on your candy flaws

More than half of ya'll wouldn't have the gift of rap if you was Santa Claus

When I speak I expand the cause

Ya'll like anacondas dog you just expand your jaws, ha

Livin' fantasies like kissin' Janet

Christ is my cornerstone so I spit in granite

I hear you makin' all that noise you need to switch mechanics

With Jesus Christ I'm a star like a distant planet

[Chorus: Sevin]

I bring it raw, uncut with no stutter

I, I still praise God, though it’s hard and mo butta'

H.O. (what up) G. and no other

Put the vogues on them golds and roll like “Oh Brotha”

[Verse 2: Sevin]

Uh... And I came to bang

Who said I sold out to gain some thangs?

I’m still hogged out, it ain’t a thang

Initiated to the sacred game, Position-pro

Magician with the flow

Call me David Blaine

Sayin I cain’t get radio play if I say his name?

JESUS

And now what? I made it plain

And what have we? The whole glow tryna' entrap me

I’m too crafty

NSA couldn’t track me

Women wanna throw they skin at me like I’m Michael McCaffrey

But I wouldn’t hit that if you ask me

Girl, you nasty

As far as this rap g

My raps done sacked so many whack emcees

The NFL's tryna' draft me

Still got love on the block

From assailants under surveillance from cops

Even thugs that slumped Pac nuns stop

But they trunks pop

White boys let my junk knock like punk rock

Concealed weapons, I pack

Verbal aggression, in fact

Terminal wreckage exacts my thermal message

I paid dues, and fade fools

When they use the name of Jesus then they choose to break loose

I never share a mite with a parasite hedonistic like a pair of dikes

Spit so much heat, I triple your freak in Fahrenheit

Second to none, Sevin has come with the Mercury flow cuz I’m next to the sun, uh

[Chorus: Sevin]

I bring it raw, uncut with no stutter

I, I still praise God, though it’s hard and mo butta'

H.O. (what up) G. and no other

Put the vogues on them golds and roll like “Oh Brotha”

[Verse 3: Sevin]

I’m too short to fall

5’10” in the wind super sport and crawl

Brought game to the court

Dog, throw the ball

Comply with the protocol

To ya’ll chain link haters watch how I get over ya’ll

H. L. as the soldiers called

I’m with the Lord of all dog, I need nothin' more to ball

Apologize for these whack guys borin' ya’ll

I brought the origami flow, cuz I fold 'em all

Slap sticks into overhaul

California representer let my suspenders swang from Dickie overalls

Till death in the West I’ll be all in the flesh like my clothes is off

(He’s comin I can’t hold it off)

Click

Turn on the radio and then I start dozin' off

I hold it down just a little bit more than ya’ll

How you gone battle dog, you ain’t got a sword to draw

I was born to keep it more than raw

Plus I get loose like the juice from the court of law

I don’t drip off these hip-hop dependents, I wrote em all

Rip the lips off these infants

The Lord is God

[Chorus: Sevin]

I bring it raw

Uncut with no stutter

I, I still praise God, though it’s hard and mo butta

H.O. (what up) G. and no other

Put the vogues on them golds and roll like “Oh Brotha”

Oh Man!

And there you HAVE IT!

It’s the EXCLUSIVE, SINGLE, RELEASE, from SEVIN!

OH BROTHER!

Ya gotta cop that

You really do need to do yourself a favor, and COP DAT

Well folks, my time is up

This is Damien Bigglesmurf signin' off

West-side and I’M OUT