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Krug Flutes

by Tha God Fahim

on Dreams of Medina 2 (2017)

[Intro]
Think of this -
The sword is like a bird
If you clutch it too tightly you choke it
Too lightly, and it flies away

[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
Haitian nigga with the Arabic name, I never change
Give pain to the flicker back in your flame, I'll never cave
Bok choy, but gauge smoke you like sativa
Quiche I seize croquette, with Dracula teeth, at least forfeit
Put eight holes in ‘em like a golf course
The dough in an offshore
For sure is not the glow inside a dark horse
My money count and mow it quicker than lawnmowers
Encore, again and again - narc pro, tongue Schwinn
The Tour De France, all doped up Lance Am's
I sacrifice and throw up gin, you hoe up in
Get rich, negotiate you a uppercut - friends
The blackage christ, the powder don't advance
Black Jesus on the mainline!
Magnetic card reader, art dealer
Dark Caesar with waves mom, eight line
Whatever niggas shipping, bet we ship it farther
Whatever niggas hitting, we hit it harder
'86 the Cordon Bleu
No internet, no pictures on Tumblr
I swing a app and get your hoe on birth
Control verses like Kendrick
Corrupt young Gotti swervin' on anger
Be careful, that's a round ock
We sparkin' up and bombing in vanilla cigarillo, that's a pine box
Be careful with them wet squares
I irrigate land and turn you to a vegetable, you get sad
Yea, salty niggas always craving sweets
I hate to see when hammers pop off
Like my guest farmer's loot tour
Two doors turn into deathtraps, fuck is you cute for?

(Tatatatatata, choppin' niggas up)

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
It's chaos and crisis
I'm street fighting like I'm M. Bison
Shoot the shit out you, you feel lightning
It's insanely, how I lift the iron like I'm Lee Haney
The clouds is all blood when it's raining
Maxing out on the paper route, you took the safer route
I'm just tryin' stack my chips for a later drought
The cops, I played ‘em out, huh? bitch, I made it out
Take a swing in the Porsche
I been peaceful in and outta the course
So if you try me I'mma show no remorse
Fire from the torch, deplete your life source
You niggas pitiful - looking like peasants
Cut you up and in a crescent-like strike
The blood symbolize a dark night, you all hype
Don't compare me to none, only trust my fucking gun
The Shogun, so I show fear to none
You niggas done