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Symptoms

Symptoms

Tha God FahimYouTube

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[Intro]

Heheheh

Ahh, I chuckle, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'm chucklin' at you rap niggas, man, you niggas funny, you heard me, people? You know what I'm sayin'?

Yo, I ain't nothin' to play with, man, on this—

Man, listen, man, I'm tellin' you. I'm tellin' you

I'm tellin' you! I see more every day

Uh, uh, uh

[Verse]

It's like I got a sickness there's no cure for

I can't stop dumpin', I need more war

Jabs and hooks have you lookin' unrecognizable

My pen's diabolic, homicide is plausible

Fahim's amongst the masters; slayed the grand monk for his temple

It's mental warfare and I can see that you crippled

The Force is with me strong

I'm on a full-blown collision course to get you gone

Don't gеt me wrong, you might be cool peeps to some cats

But you donе got yourself in trouble with your dumb raps

I'm infinite, my rhymes are magnificently significant

I organized all this a million times in training

Controlled breathing when I'm aiming, when I'm aiming

The hardest level when I'm campaigning

I'm on advanced level, an enhanced rebel

Stash the bands with the can metal when I can settle

Slayed the damn devil and got up out the ghetto

I mash the pedal while they throwin' rose petals

I'm a tactician with controlled aggression

To spread my toxins is a cold infection

Master of illusions like Mysterio, imperial

Do you dirty just like a gun without the serial

Your writings ain't worth a speckle in my eyelash

I'm not the type of rapper you can bypass

My victims spazzin' from the toxic nerve gas

And forever get forsaken by the word clash

It hurts to face the reality of your own end

Lights get dim, nights get grim

Pull you limb from limb like Hercules Hold

It's hard to climb out when you lodged in a deep hole

[Outro]

That was a free throw

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Første gang sett: Jul 21Sist spilt: Jul 21, 06:16 AMSporlengde: 2:30