a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de gfy - tha god fahim & nicholas craven

[verse]
loaded guns on my armrest, that’s where the bombs rest
make you die a napalm death (kaboom)
i get benefits and dissenters for my workflow
i got no use to get involved if the purse low
study the laws of the land, there’s much to be known
this food for the dome; i got hands of stone like roberto (durán)
i’m no brakes and all turbo; this sh-t ain’t for commercial
dungeons of rap sh-t, give you more steel than blacksmiths
my expertise in weaponries i turn to equities
i get my revenge in victory
spin you like rotisserie, my engine’s made for high performance
me fallin’ short is a rare occurrence (yeah), i’m paid well for my service
i’m just fulfillin’ my purpose
i’ll make a purchase – investments for all my urges
this a resurgence, i arose from deep under submergence
i can’t keep up with the circus ’cause it’s worthless
for what it’s worth, i’m into rings and belts
long as it lead to wealth; i do for self, i move in stealth
i’ma get money if nothin’ else; i don’t do nothin’ else
you don’t like it? go f-ck yourself
craven pulled this outta the stash for me to bash
in the gladiator’s arena, they wouldn’t last
i’m like a national treasure, light as a feather
you’ll get decapitated from the excalibur bearer
i’ll make your death the end of an era – it’s terror
sometimes i get scared of myself when lookin’ in the mirror ([?])
it’s dump gawd, take a picture, write it down
thinkin’ you gon’ come up off me? nah, you goin’ down
mics, i throw around; put in more work than whole towns
during training, going thirty-six rounds
i firebend styles; they want me banned from rap and exiled
but i’m just watchin’ the checks pile
there’s plenty mics i smoked in x-files
check my resumé, it checks out
brr-r-r!

- tha god fahim nicholas craven

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS