Foreword lyrics
by Earl Sweatshirt
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[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
Bullets hit your whip and get you spit and you die
I keep an old rusty .38 in my shoebox
Uh
I'm hearing barkin' from small dogs
If hip hop was sex then my flow would be raw, dog
I'm goin' in bareskin
I walk the jungle with my bare skin
Used up all the ink up in my jail pen
n*ggas lame as sh*t, mad 'cuz I'm the main event
I dropped 80 tapes, you broke on your last 80 cents (broke as sh*t)
My chain lit, uh, shining through the radius
Tha motherf*ckin' God Fahim is the waviest
And n*ggas say they got skill
n*gga you not ill, my subliminal shots kill
Flip you like Hot Wheels
I just got a new block deal
With the monkey nuts, you act banana, your tops peeled
Huh
Make you pop a [?] juice
If you thinkin' mythological, then I'm the real Zeus
I'm like a big bottle of sealed truth
Hit you off with a hundred stacks and show you real proof
Goof