Rhime Divine – Twisted
Intro: D-Wattz
Yeah…Rhime Divine in this muthafucka.
D-Wattz. Ted James.
Yo…we gotta come up with something new on this one, man.
Freak ’em out a litte bit. Nah saying?
Verse One: D-Wattz, Ted James
808 shakers, snares and oscillators
Bass tapered bout the vapor incubating pen and paper
Frays of blood draining scraping blades of mighty sabers
Stain our names on blank pages like a holy legal waiver
Dancing with the devil to the beat of the creator
Same ‘ole label turning tables like a savior on the payroll
Dictating the behavior of the maker by the favor
In realtime, live data divine curators (Wattz)
Uh…heavyweighters, uppercut jaw breakers
Underground law evaders too deep for feds to raid us
Blow the spot with many layers, blow pop with many flavors
Hip hop in raw containers served hot with no retainers
We walk…no elevators to the top, no litigators
No stock, no navigators and we drop no favors
So hot…incinerators, the talk we leave to haters
With chalk and calculators, divide divine get no remainder (Ted)
Chorus: Ted James, D-Wattz
We up there twisted for the role, gotcha twisting up the dro
Rhime Divine the headline when you’re flipping to the show
Keep you itching for the flow, beats been hitting since before
Expand Your Mind state of mind, it was written…you’ve been told
We never die…we live forever, come bare witness to the tones
Testified in stormy weather, we stay ripping microphones
Just watch (Ted)
If you sleep on Rhime Divine then you might get clocked (Wattz)
Verse Two: Ted James, D-Wattz
Dead poets rebirthed the the earth through one speaker
The other one cursed to converse with the reader
Of the verse that when rehearsed can make an honest man a preacher
Fuel uprising and stampeders against death-defying true believers
Who keep riding for their leaders in skully caps and wife-beaters
Jesus piece a nice feature, tilted hat, 9mm
Combat-ready big dreamers holding steady, what’s the thesis
Music is the weapon of the future, best believe us (Ted)
‘Cause it’s cocked in the heater like a bullet in the feeder
Aimed at your cheap receiver, ham or your DVD
Or blasting right out your tweeter, blow your brain when it reach ya
Murder, another steamer picks ya but can you keep up with the
Major creep up worldwide just like IKEA
Cooking beef like fajita, hungry like North Korea
So chill like margarita or get shot like Tequila
We roll deeper than Via, talking freedom come see us for real (Wattz)
Chorus: Ted James, D-Wattz
We up there twisted for the role, gotcha twisting up the dro
Rhime Divine the headline when you’re flipping to the show
Keep you itching for the flow, beats been hitting since before
Expand Your Mind state of mind, it was written…you’ve been told
We never die…we live forever, come bare witness to the tones
Testified in stormy weather, we stay ripping microphones
Just watch (Ted)
If you sleep on Rhime Divine then you might get clocked (Wattz) [repeat]
Verse Three: D-Wattz & Ted James (blended)
Live divine rhymes, witness as we unify
Sublime crimes christened to the sky in lullabies
They fly off hover crafting on southern highways
We ride for days, put ear drums in a daze
Power ballad, so much talent…leave you cowards amazed
Louder balance, no more static…make you cowards behave
Not a challenge, drop it, track it, mix it, match it, replay
Public malice, bump it, bang it, break your copy, repay
Bank it, charge it, purchase two, yeah…we making it worse
Rhime Divine tight, bite each other in the same verse
Jacking words, killer verbs like a sentences’ hearse
Tactics birthed in the burbs but the streets is our church
Where random search-less soldiers worship, diamond crosses at service
Watch us now reverse in cursive, Pentecost for the circus
Gats in purses, feds are nervous, just scratching the service
Got a lot of time to flirt with smoke and mirrors, no curtains
Chorus: Ted James, D-Wattz
We up there twisted for the role, gotcha twisting up the dro
Rhime Divine the headline when you’re flipping to the show
Keep you itching for the flow, beats been hitting since before
Expand Your Mind state of mind, it was written…you’ve been told
We never die…we live forever, come bare witness to the tones
Testified in stormy weather, we stay ripping microphones
Just watch (Ted)
If you sleep on Rhime Divine then you might get clocked (Wattz)
© 2007 Millinium VII Entertainment / Produced by D-Wattz / Mixed by D-Wattz / Recorded at M7 Studios