Butterfly Fx - Tha God Fahim

I’m experienced now, professional

Jaw’s been broke, been lost, knocked down a couple times

I’m bad;

been choppin' trees, I done somethin' new for this fight

I done wrassled with a alligator, that’s right

I have wrassled with a alligator, I done tussled with a whale

I done handcuffed lightnin', thrown thunder in jail

That’s bad.

Only last week, I murdered a rock

Injured a stone, hospitalized a brick

I’m so mean, I make medicine sick (man, dude, ain’t no doubt)

Bad… fast.

Fast.

Fast!

Last night, I cut the light off in my bedroom

Hit the switch, was in the bed before the room was dark (incredible, incredible)

Fast

Yeah, uh

It’s Tha-motherfuckin'-Godd, nigga

Right back at your motherfuckin' stereo

Motherfuckin' legend

Check it, yo

I’m awaitin'

This ancient hip-hop to get awakened

Frontin' like you fuckin' with Tha God, but you fakin'

Situations, frequencies and vibrations

Speculations claim a legend in the makin'

Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up

But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched

Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up

But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched (yo, check it)

All my fantasies faded

Like a burnt calorie

Those that slay dragons in front of the whole family, mad insanity

Vanity upon this gauntlet of false prophets

Who can I trust?

Topics of mad devilish gossip

The lemon squeeze put you in a hospice

Dungarees keep a metal alloy, the shell was hot like Altoids

I had to cleanse, make amends, less friends

They only hurt you in the end

Where do I begin?

Rewind to my twenty-first sin

For every one rhyme you write, I got ten

With the pen, I put it to use, then knock my bitch pussy loose

Stuck it like a brown recluse

On this web of fruit, supreme math

Flashes of the past

Runnin' from the police and shootouts on the ave

The gun is my better half, it always gets the last laugh

When I stumble on this cold path

I’m awaitin'

This ancient hip-hop to get awakened

Frontin' like you fuckin' with Tha God, but you fakin'

Situations, frequencies and vibrations

Speculations claim a legend in the makin'

Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up

But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched

Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up (uh)

But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched

Feelin' the black magic

I turn corners from the sadness

It’s summertime madness, breathe the toxic gases

Press the Glock, detach it, ratchets, pass it down

Pick up the shells to eliminate frowns (zazazazazazaza)

I’m hellbound, but tied to the heavens still

Might find my way upon that spinnin' wheel

Shit is real in the Zone 6, the shoes of poverty was a hard fit

Hit up Stogied for the bong rips

All trips, seven and four

Trailin' the devil, beatin' hell and where niggas be felon

Cops be dwellin' for niggas that’s sellin

And get info from niggas that’s tellin'

I’m awaitin'

This ancient hip-hop to get awakened

Frontin' like you fuckin' with Tha God, but you fakin'

Situations, frequencies and vibrations

Speculations claim a legend in the makin'

Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up

But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched

Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up

But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched