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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tha God Fahim
Tha God Fahim
Lyrics
Nicholas Craven
Nicholas Craven
Songwriter
Fihim Martin
Fihim Martin
Songwriter

Lyrics

—are no more
You don't care no more
You don't care no more
You don't ca—
I'm not meant to give a fuck (Excuse me?)
I'ma stay not givin' a fuck (Nah)
Uh (Nah)
Uh (Nah)
Uh
Hit you so hard your ancestors feel it
The best that did it; all you impostors should just quit it
Wear the shoe if it fit it; you and your crew can get it
Distinguished buyers in my galleries; sever your arteries
Blazin' mics been a part of me; locate the armory and seize your weapons, it's botherin'
Styles I'm fatherin'; I hit the bullseye when I'm targetin' (Grr-r-rt!)
Modify all my charisma points
With jiu-jitsu I'll counter-bend your joints
Set up my Shopify for my endless joints
This shit I'm packin'll turn you into a can of tuna
With me bein' a consumer, it's a dangerous laguna
Ruled the rap game for many moons
I grew from a cocoon when I started to bloom to bring 'em doom
The X factor, the dream snatcher
Won't be no "happily ever after" for 'em
It's the final boss of rap
New hope emerges in the face of courage
My atomic structure adapts to the harsh conditions
I move in conveyance with the stars
Being fit to survive is not a ends but a means
I was imbued by the wisdom of a king
My destiny: to go against man and the machine
I never cared, never will (Excuse me?)
I leave a path of blood spill; this virus is hard to kill
I find solace in the darkness, I vanish in the dark mist
Tuck the mask in a dark trench
Flip you off your park bench (Tztztztztz!), it's dark shit
My art is artifacts, especially on wax
Britches stuffed like they filled with implants
Chain glowin' equivalent of ten lamps
Don't trick yourself out position, get trapped (Excuse me?)
Don't trick yourself out position, get trapped
Written by: Fihim Martin, Nicholas Craven, Tha God Fahim
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