I’m Back

Produced by Prov P (Andy Price)

[Intro]
Yo what’s going on, its Divine baby
I’m back, ’nah mean, straight up

[Hook]
The God is back
The God is back, regard got to honor the fact
The God is back
The God is back, don’t ask where the God is at

[Verse 1]
I maneuver through obstacles, impossible
While these other dudes stop and lose, I plot to move
I gots to duke, immune to what them cops could do
What the fuck they think being locked on blocks would do Unstoppable, I’m back on them blocks its cool
Copped a crib and a whip, jewels, lots of tools
’Cause ten years in the bing taught me lots of things
Get in the grind, Jedi mind, can’t stop the stings
My swagger’s sick, and kid I got that magic stick
All them broads swing along, and they bad as shit
Cats mad I’m rich, I had it in the smash wit’ bricks
Now (I’m) out the lab wit’ hits, blast math it’s swift
Yo imagine this, I’m out to stack the cash and split
Who’s the Master is, that kid they said was last that wins
Allah pardon sins, I’m blessed here’s my testament
My life starts again, no stress, it’s his excellence

[Hook]
The God is back
The God is back, regard got to honor the fact
The God is back
The God is back, don’t ask what’s the odds of that
The God is back
The God is back, regard, remain calmed relaxed
The God is back
The God is back, don’t ask where the God is at

[Verse 2]
I came out the bing Supreme, hit the scene for green
Just me and my Brooklyn team, I got love at Club Speed
Live in NYC, New York vibed wit’ me
Arrived on the sixteenth in ninety-eight, the science great
No liver date, but caught out of state, I violate
Fresh off home confinement, the time was fate
Bless microphones on consignment, the grind it takes
Not C.O.D., G-O-D, know the wise relate
Met Marley Marl, got the math, built briefly and blast
I could see the science dawning, falling back in the lab
I was sent here, the best here, that’s yet to come
I was blessed there, my best years, no stress to Sun
’Cause being confined, ain’t nothing but a break in the time
And they wonder why, Divine’s in a New York state of mind
It’s my thoughts aligned, to see the stars, I be God
Enlightened by that Medina squad, NYC hard

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Let ’em know I’m back again, yo at last I win
’Till I’m cashing in, my pen blast fashion gems
I blow cigars, like older Gods, flow is bizarre
Behold a Czar, the Solar Ra, told you I’m God
My mind is beyond, ’till time is gone, science is strong
Wise when I form, a rhyme, yo they die to get on
Rise in the morn’, give praise, yo I live for these days
To breathe again, fiend again, spitting these flames
I smoked bless wit’ a legend, broke bread wit’ a legend
From a seven year sentence, I guess living is splendid
Nah, it’s much deeper than that, deeper than rap
We sipped Henny relaxed, laying tracks in the lab
’Till the night collapsed, gone watched the morning swarm
Two prophets that get it popping, once it form it’s on
’Cause ain’t no stopping what is written, only set when it’s done
The Most High know the most wise reasons I come

[Hook]