letra de golden calves - tha god fahim
[intro]
yeah
it’s the motherf-ckin’ god, you know, i’m back
you nam’sayn? i’ma show you mcs how the f-ck to get down, man, ’cause you n-ggas don’t know sh-t
n-ggas talkin’ bout this raw and that raw
man, where the f-ck the bars at, man? f-ck that bullsh-t
check me, uh
[verse 1]
i leave mcs stressed out
’cause they wanna be the best, but steady knowin’ i’m the best out
i never slack on vocabulary, plus i concealed-carry
evil breakin’ into monasteries
i’m like a albatross when i drop mad sh-t
the fifth get you touched like a galaxy tablet (tatatatatatata)
alas kid, in crossfires where metals gets blasted
the way i flip styles it’s like i partake in gymnastics
i’m the king, got the crown
here in surround sound, praise be thy name and bow down
i’m [?] with sk!ll
make your favorite rapper my next highlight reel
i’m with the reaper, it’s mandy, the mic is candy
styles come off like panties
diss me you need not, take your best cheap shot
i’ll go and turn the booth into a sweatshop
droppin’ classics back to back
you went from classic trash to wack
spit acid, gash the tracks
n-gga, i’m the one and only, leave mcs lonely
it’s hard to control me like tony (it’s hard)
i’m spittin’ cocaine only, i’m on a rap mission
’cause these n-ggas so wack, listen
[chorus]
you f-ck around and be a dead body (body)
you f-ck around and be a dead body (body)
you f-ck around and be a dead body (body)
you f-ck around and be a dead body (body)
you f-ck around and be a dead body (body)
you f-ck around and be a dead body (body)
you f-ck around and be a dead body
hold up
check it
[verse 2]
second verse, goofy as sh-t
i heard you wasn’t recoupin’ for sh-t
label wanna drop you ’cause you don’t got sk!ll
the simple fact is you just ain’t ill
i’m the omega, they say i rhyme like cormega
nas, kool g, and jay-z at coach-lla
all the dead poets, all the greats know it
and if not, i’ma do what? just show it
it don’t matter what beat i hop on
long as the loop stay bouncin’ like popcorn (true)
n-gga, my sh-t hot, your sh-t is lukewarm
she got a donkey booty i’m tryna hop on
i keep it on, and on, and on, and on
keep it goin’ on, and on, and on, and o—
[outro]
yo, what the f-ck, man? f-ck you n-ggas, man
it’s the motherf-ckin’ god, man, i’m done
i ain’t gon’ keep rappin’ for you n-ggas, f-ck you
you nam’sayn? if you don’t like my sh-t, n-gga, eat a d-ck
n-gga, i’m the illest, n-gga, there’s nothin’ you can do about it
the motherf-ckin’ god, n-gga
you nam’sayn? recordin’ live, from wherever the h-ll i’m at
you nam’sayn? n-gga—my n-gga just handed me a fronto
i’m ’bout to smoke, you nam’sayn? and i’m out this motherf-cker
you nam’sayn? peace
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