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lirik lagu tha god fahim - mic clutchin

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[verse]
i remember times i ain’t have no team
just a baby nine with the beam stuffed in the seams
on the corner, puffin’ green
you’ll get blown to smithereens
the smell of the body was rotten sardines, no way to clean
i’m spittin’ the venom to hit ’em within ’em
to h~ll i’ma send ’em with bullets put in ’em
the gun in the denim; it bust at a rhythm to put you in the ‘spital
it’s no riddle; i’m too little
i’m dunkin’ over seven~footers; you should’a, could’a
i did and done it; i got a message for the public
i would’a got straight as if money was the subject, but it wasn’t (uh)
i’m comin’ and ain’t sh~t you can do about it, even if you knew about it
your favorite leather, you’ll get blew up out it
what the f~ck you gon’ do about it?
your style is iconic? how ironic
you n~ggas teacups; i’ll spen’ a n~gga like v~bucks, then re~up
any hero in the multiverse can see us (dump gawd)
when i lost unc, it felt like i couldn’t breathe
it felt like i was drownin’, felt like i was drownin’
pistol hold ak bullets, provin’ big things can come in a small package
now go and do this backflip
used to stash the cash in my mattress; from ashes to ashes
i gotta give tha dump to the masses
drop another tape, puttin’ belts to asses
and all the family is stand~up
hoppin’ over gates to get away from them handcuffs
slap~boxin’ with the bros, n~ggas gettin’ they hands up
then we grew older to man stuff ~ responsibilities
the world in front of us, endless possibilities
some friends turned enemies with envious tendencies
my radars just got better; sh~t ain’t all genuine leather
we ain’t always better together; sometimes, separation is best
sometimes, it’s right to go left
how many times i gotta tell you ‘fore you get it through your thick skull?
this dump sh~t is law
remember puttin’ coke cans on the wheel of my bike
so it can sound like a engine, we ridin’ all night
used to [?], i was high as a kite
hop on the 116; on long rides, a n~gga wrote a mean sixteen
a lifetime of wisdom, but he seemed so green, feelin’ so unseen
in front of smokescreens with a flow so clean
the work ethic of a machine and only one dream


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