[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Sinister strike
Diamonds shine bright, hindsights
Some n*ggas move the top of the white
Paper made assassins
Sacrificial back packin'
Sacramental to get the wisdom from the dragon
Purple with blue checks
Benjamin Frank
You violate my n*ggas, gon' be shakin' your tank
Shark tank
Dirty Benz on the side of the lake
Dent a bucket to go get racks, uh
The Carbon 15 can shoot a train off tracks
Jeopardized to get compromised
Pistol trigger in his door through watch death multiply
Keep sh*t amplified
You can simplify who shall devise
The divining God in your simple lives
We penalize, you can sight genocide
It's not a question if my men will ride
Stockin' on my face, desert hawk in the place
Star-Spangled Banner, lose your manners say Amazing Grace
I ain't one of these rap n*ggas to toy with
Stampede over your boy band, avoid clips
Warships
With timed bombs control ka-pow
Destroy everything within 50 square mile
Motherf*ckin' God!
[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]
Uh, my style nastier than escargot
Brigitte Bardot
As I roll, [the style?] sends Superman [?]
I'm gifted, I came a million miles from the titbits
I flip your whole style for the fitness, track you like Fitbit
Get hit with all the titbits
Check the spot like the Polaroid with the quickness
Develop in the dark like pictures
You right mister, intelligence is more life, my n*gga
Cry me a river, I might listen
You like Pippen, you hate the mic, you hate the future’s existence My Ayer like to shoot you in your Fisker
Candlelight ventures
Candelabras in the Hammerstein witness
Hip-hop is not for pantomimes pretenders
Saw the spokes spinnin'
The tennis ball poked vintage, all the coke vendors
Air Jordans with bike shorts and bum equipment (God damn!) Motors unspecific
n*ggas was huntin' lil wohti in a Honda Civic
So much for cunnilingus
Whoever knew that pus*y consists of so much blood, so f*ckin' tremendous
Grimace
My n*gga, is you Danish or you Finnish?
Quidditch
Sweep you with the stick, Grammaton descendant (Harry Potter)
Beat you with the broom handle
Saloon gamble, didgeridoo, the doom panels
Goes out frame, perfectin' pain like a video game!
The Kel bang knock your jit off a swing
(The Kel bang knock your jit off a swing)