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Fahrenheit (feat. Akie Bermiss)

Fahrenheit (feat. Akie Bermiss)

Soul KhanYouTube

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I be the s-o-u to the fucking twelfth letter

Never change styles just so i can sell better

Been a lot of things but a fool ain't one

Got a food chain gun and the wu-tang's lungs

I spew flames from an esophagus

Clogged up with butane

You thinking, who came as hot as this

New age metropolis dude made in optimus

Prime's image? i'm living proof, ain't no stopping this

Small young whitey called khan almighty

Suckers get mad 'cause they're squad all likes me

What america wants most, since ice went gold

Soul been nice since the ice been cold

I speak like each word emerged from the lord himself

Even if it didn't, i guess it sort of helped

See, i ain't ever been afraid of global warming

'Cause the same shit happens when soul's performing

Hook:

The city's on fire and they trying to blame me

Fought with the devil now he's trying to frame me

Nobody listens but parasites

'Cause they don't know the meaning of fahrenheit (repeats)

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I got that beast disease, i need a freak to please

A mix of beyonce and alicia keys

Nah, she want a dude that's deep with cheese

So if i try to kick game, i catch three degrees

And that frozen shoulder ain't ever going to turn

So here are a few of the things i'd burn

Cartier glasses and louis v purses

The money of the fools that think that she's worth it

The nikes of them white boys that all rock dunks

When four years ago they were hard rock punks

I'm more than my sneakers, torching your speakers

Got it on lock like the warden that greets you

Born with a fever, i'm holding a cleaver

To turn these pit bulls into golden retrievers

Told that my features ain't going to sell

I said you better hope that there ain't no hell

Hook

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