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letra de true rhyme - divine - "the 4th letter"

[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 n-ggas 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 b-tches, f-cking 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 f-ck 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 cl!ck, divine sick
this wiser sh-t, 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 sh-t, 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]

- divine the 4th letter

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