True Rhyme

[Intro: Divine] Yeah...the saga begins, Divine Allah, Alterprod, let's go baby... [1st Verse: Divine] Yeah I’m known for spazzing out, known for blacking out/ When niggas is acting out, either rap or I’m clapping out All facts when I’m rapping out, wit’ them rachets is rapid out/ My fashion is blasting out, ’till I’m lavish and cashing out Got the call for the God, want raw for Alterprod/ They want them bars from Allah, it was carved in the stars Its written, like I was spitting, from whipping up in the kitchen/ From the keeys I was flipping, to degrees, I envisioned Life beyond them bars, from the soft white and hard/ Lifting in prison yards, bear witness, vicious facade From the streets in the grind, my elite mystique would shine/ To beats, my mind design, show and prove in due time While locked in prisons confined, I was held back, in fact/ Wrote raps, relaxed, waited for the day to blaze tracks ’Till the whole world would get it, either dead it or be kinetic/ So I’mma spit ’till my legacy lives, never forget it [Hook 2X: Divine] This is true rhyme, true crime, true Divine/ Get paid for my displays, way I move through the mind My days ’ill shine, bless a pen wit’ a smooth grind/ You’ll get lost in my thoughts, but get it in due time [2nd Verse: Divine] My persona make ’em honor the God, all praises due to Allah/ Like Master Fard, the Avatar Cash for bars or plastic cards, graphic facade/ Mastered the Psalms, at last, let it blast, I’m the bomb Casual, calm, acknowledge the God, gentleman thug/ Blasting them arms, popping your squad, deading your buzz My metal ’ill bug, for blood, I ain’t gentle wit’ slugs/ Wit’ guns in the club, the baddest bitches, fucking my thugs Making ’em squirt, keep blazing, heat keep putting in work/ Underground, bust a round, kid, I’m deep in the dirt It’s New York gritty, get murked in the livest city/ Ain’t nothing pretty, bezerk, if you ain’t riding wit’ me You against my whole movement, my dudes ’ill lose it/ Soldiers ruthless, we respond, it’s beyond this music So fuck rap for rap, we go gat for gat/ Bust at cats, get clapped, and, that is that [Hook 2X] [3rd Verse: Divine] Its truth when hearing this, they lose comparing this/ My grammar is smooth, panoramic views is scandalous When hammers is gripped, you know the crime writ, crime spit/ Spent banana clips, I hit, mind click, Divine sick This wiser shit, liver kid, arrived from a bid/ I’m God, so I die hard, survived so I gotta live My path is graphic, it’s, mathematics that fashioned it/ A lot of cats ’ill try to pattern it, they mind can’t fathom it My status is blessed, divine God rap, the God back/ Pedigrees, Hennessy, French fine cognac Spit science that, fire back, they call it fire crack/ Only strike on cordless mics, them Feds got them wire taps While I calmly bomb shit, arsonist, fire weapons/ Write crimes, blow they mind, get it popping like 9/11 Shut New York City down, ’cause wherever I’m seen, a sign/ A New York gritty sound, I’m at the scene of the crime [Hook 2X] © 2010 4th Letter Music (BMI)/Supreme Music Publishing (BMI)