True Dialect

(Verse)

1 A.M., I'm at my best

Twistin' trees at my rest

Melt with hash, sippin' Heiny, hittin' states in a G.S

With my grimeys niggas blowin' up throughout the 90s

Stayin' lit with the Chocolate Armoretta plus a dime piece

Takin' Gortex steps, 'cause shit gets hot

Pistols pop, some you hear, some you know when you drop

Twisting off the bottle top, contemplate fate then plot

While niggas walk around with all they got in one knot

For real, I build a mini-Israel, rougher the fish scale

Like the Red Sea, deep and deadly, though I'm a sit still

Imagine being gassed up, your time passed up

Thinking you Lord sipping wine out of brass cup your last supper's

Served, without Grace son about face

I hung a nun in '91 to captivate the rap race

You ain't from the pros or the 'jects, the nines or the tecs

Chapter One, today's Math, 'True Dialect'