Krug Flutes - Tha God Fahim

Think of this —

The sword is like a bird

If you clutch it too tightly you choke it

Too lightly, and it flies away

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