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Grapes Of Math

by Tha God Fahim

on Tha Dark Shogunn Saga Volume 2 (2017)

[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
You know the spot!
Back where the season chicken with duck, filabust
And sus you for a eye
All the time, you wouldn't even get near the stuff
Where the crooks?
The question on your mind
Fear of God, Andy Mueller meets the sheikh
Cuatro ninja sneaker, teaching a slime
I see you pussy niggas sleeping on the job
Can't even look at niggas
"Neige manje fromaj"
Ray Charles remove the beam from ya eye
Before you talk about the splinter in my ball

[Verse 2: Koncept Jack$on]
Catch me in trophs on the eucalyptus vessel, shapes too specific
Reading quotes through the scripted
Bezzle new explicit footnotes
Simplistic artichoke dip with my hood hoe
What's good yo?
Yo bosom gave wood though
Push doves down with the flow
Know how your bros roam towns
Perform countless hours, still gave the whore four rounds
Clown
Buddha sack endorsed for who to jack and extort
Discredit Jesus 'cause we knew the facts of Horus
Reporters in La
La Land, it's our land
Mob up in the sand
Flip flops trippin' with socks in the dry tan
I'm with the aboriginals 'til spirit brews, we lifted
My sign might shapeshift into a pitbull

[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]
Yeah, nah'mean?
It's crazy how this shit set up man
How this shit set up for niggas to fail
Check it

Nigga's insane, many of my peeps died from the K
A carbon Fifteen, my jeans align with the flame
When I leave the spot from mixed pot alchemy
Got my niggas doing time
I need some space to unwind
Führer Muhammad's prophecies
Marcus Garvey on monopoly
Nova Jew- had the policy
I used to let the hard times bother me
Now I still do, stuck in a dimension that is mentioned to kill you
Bad goods, I'm out to make a Fifty band juug
With the undefeated east of the hood
Understand we should be understood
Keep a big heat under the hood
'Cause ain't no sunshine

[Verse 4: Mach-Hommy]
Ayo, shoutout to Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy from Company B
Sunk in his teeth all you saw was combustion
Now he stuck in these skreets
Fucking these freaks, ducking these beasts
He can't fuck with no Crown Vic
Año compris, he utterly greased
'Nuff police, scarred up and we brief
Just keep the talking tool sweet
Long-winded muh'fuckers deceased
You a teef
Where your fucking receipt?
You not Tha God Fahim
So why you tryna be adjacent to the baaj motti?
You never put your dog food in the rice
The pressure cooker spark bluer than ice
Ruin ya life
Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right
RIGHT?!

Skewer the mice
Throw another rat fluck on the barbie
Keep it under wraps, fuck on your mommy
Wallahi