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letra de those that slay dragons - tha god fahim

it started off in a dark room, options is a jail or a dark tomb
thinking of ways for (?) to sniff the mist from a mushroom
it’s poison, the evil’s the only thing making noise when
feeling betrayed by family, deceitful friends on your poison
he got a call from a mysterious voice, maybe the serpent
he spoke on resident evil and infamous churches
told him a certain powers he proposed
gave him a task and promised that the powers be bestowed
gave him a soul to execute a laceration
no liberation, as i extend -ss-ssination
subtle with fear, but with the demon in my ear
i be rubbing my hands together like the season of the year
planning a plot, brief intelligence on the spot
not many cops upon this castaway block
so many fiends i knew it was a cocaine spot
remembered the foul voice told me of cocaine drops
after 12 o’clock, so i patiently waited
anything pull up suspicious i’m gon’ spray it
sat in the whip with the headlights off
breathing heard as my cohort(?) gets consumed by frost
a carbon-15, a prop, to make it seem proper
from far away that b-tch look like a grenade launcher
seen a white van pull up with a ladder on top
thinking to myself “who out working at 1 o’clock?”
two got out, they led them into the spot
one was carrying the bag, the other holding a box
so i hopped out the v, and started unloading the stock
sprayed the whole d-mn van, seemed like 300 shots
ran up in the house n-ggas was blasting the cotch(?)
so much confusion, and n-ggas was grabbing on glocks
feeling compromised, i took the bricks unauthorised
as i looked in his eyes and seen the darkness rise
almost to the door, walking through bullets and sh-t
shooting the stick, oh sh-t, tha god got hit
limping through the door trying to get to the whip
they still shooting, that’s when i realised i emptied the clip
hopped in the chevy, they shooting at tha god heavy
started the engine and burned rubber in my perelli’s
bleeding all over my seats, i feel weak
but i still got possession of the bag that you speak
i’m bleeding out, cops working heavy from all of the shots
i’m trying to drive but still surviving the shot
but the bleeding won’t stop, a n-gga crashed in the rocks
fleeing from cops, gave up and collapsed on the spot
d-mn

- tha god fahim

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