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letra de shotokan katanas - camoflauge monk & tha god fahim

[intro: sample]
sword like shin0bi
shoot up your block to make you know me
shoot up your block to make you know me
sword like shin0bi
shoot up your block to make you know me
shoot up your block to make you know me
sword like shin0bi
shoot up your block to make you know me
shoot up your block to make you know me

[verse: tha god fahim & sample]
it’s the kamikaze rap chemist, maniac upon gorillas
ride in the ‘llac tinted, inhale smoke, long-winded
i set fire to mics just for practice
katana in the back, forged by the finest blacksmith
italiano garments, vega claw sn-tchin’ n-ggas’ omelettes
i put whatever on it, emcees is feminine
spit my name out like you swallowed on cinnamon
the fully-auto spit like eminem
rakim, nas, and boom like timbaland (tsatsatsatsa)
h-llcat the engine in after i left from hemmoragin’
shot ’em over at kensington (tzatzatzatzatzatza!)
i never been sweet, expand the heat or slice you up like raw meat
i’m all about the cash-ius, i’ll whoop your ass like muhammad
my timing is the fastest, toxic gases, my blood is thicker than acid
skin is ashes, trigun pistol-slinger puttin’ n-ggas in caskets
shin0bi sword, noreaga blastin’ (sword like shin0bi)
speakin’ in tongue of the gun, and scr-pin’ up crumbs
to buy my moms a house, a big one (shoot up your block to make you know me)
no rest for the wicked, i’m goin’ for the big ticket
hustlin’ across the street from the big chicken (shoot up your block to make you know me)
sun tzu (sword like shin0bi)
give you a one-two, tha god is among you
you couldn’t hang, even if i hung you (shoot up your block to make you know me)
calypso paradise fruit passion sippin’, glove and magnum grippin’ (shoot up your block to make you know me)
many stab and lynchings
can you fathom? run a circle, then i pass ’em
toe tag ’em, weighin’ up, then i bag ’em
godbody k!ller flows, and filipino hoes
jesus piece with the gold, while wearin’ spanish clothes
press the panic b-tton on the forty, i demand a rolls
royce for my voice, any choice where i’m landin’ shows
[outro: tha god fahim]
mo’f-cka! it’s tha motherf-ckin’ god, n-gga
p-ssy

- camoflauge monk tha god fahim

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