Grind Out

[Intro: Divine]
Yeah, know what I'm saying, hit the club tonight baby, its on, know what I'm saying
Divine Allah the Don, word up, 'bout to grind out, you 'bout to find out
Word up, bring them dimes out, 'nah mean...

[1st Verse: Divine]
Dance floors get packed, for ya man, the raw is back/
I got more rap to format, for broads at the doormat
Yo let 'em in, female skins, let it begin/
I better win, if not, you ain't stopping this gentleman
I get it popping somewhere, girls is dropping they hair/
Dropping drinks in they hand, then they dropping they wear
Flesh exposed, breasts, below, what's next to go/
Mardi Gras, party hard, like we in Mexico
That's how I keep it cracking, when the God is deep in action/
I keep 'em packing, the clubs, it's love when they see me rapping
They run to get into fashion, latest forms for flashing/
Ladies swarm, it's a pageant, player's get on they macking
Throwing they lines out, blowing they mind out/
Trying to grind out, females flock when Divine's out
'Till my shine's out, see me gone, ya see me strong/
Put my CD on, or CD-Rom, I bring it on

[Hook 1X: Divine]
Yo I grind out, 'till my shine, or time's out/
'Till my rhyme's out, mufuckers 'ill find out
'Till my science out, 'till I'm long gone and gray/
C'mon baby, my forte is all day
Yo I grind out, 'till my shine, or time's out/
'Till my rhyme's out, mufuckers 'ill find out
'Till I'm dying out, 'till I'm long gone and gray/
What more can I say, my forte is all day

[2nd Verse: Divine]
Yo let's get it popping, keep it moving, peep what I'm doing/
For studious students, one of the deepest brothers to do it
No stopping here, so as long as I got ya ear/
Pull up park a chair, I'm known to spark it severe
Ahhs and yeahs, for the God, they stop wit' stares/
Gossip wit' beers, I perform and part to cheers
To the next stage, next state, displays of grace/
For plenty paper to chase, now them deadly capers erased
No more crimes, just Divine dropping them lines/
Or popping them nines, ain't nobody stopping my grind
I hustled hard, came too far, now blame Allah/
Muscled wit' game pah, spark in the name of Allah
Not for fame God, but knew my name would reign hard/
I aim far, blow the flame, and bang bars
That's how I grind out, flow, and I'm blowing they minds out/
Get the doe and I'm going, and no one can find out

[Hook 1X]

[3rd Verse: Divine]
That's when the beat bang, I think range, my heat flames/
I keep aim, watch the scene, now peep game
I bring it back, show these cats, just how to rap/
How that doe stack, yo my flow is a throwback
Classic shit, legendary, classic hits/
Ask 'em kid, evidently, class ya missed
I grind out, 'till my time's out, my time's done/
My nines out, 'till my crimes out, or my shine's sun
So I blind 'em out, show 'em what my grind's about/
What Divine's about, hit the block and find a route
From hand to hands, to rubberbanding grands, to damn/
From planning scams, to grams, I scrambled to being the man
I hustled rock on blocks that was hot, ducking the cops/
Wasn't nothing to see me pumping, or dumping busting off shots
That's how my grind go, these kids is minor, grind is slow/
But when Divine flow, ain't none did it liver, time to blow

[Hook 1X]

[Outro: Divine]
Divine Allah the Don...yo I grind out...
Yo I grind out...yo I grind out

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