Mach-Hommy
Conchshell
[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
Yo you know, you know who you are you know who you is
Uh, psh
Bhagavad Gita, wider
The acetate was fucking up the floor mic
God cypher
Supreme true cypher power your tiger, I’m gucci
I walk around the yard sombre and fiber cloth biter
Gets ushered out the car follower scheißes, meister, with dick fräulein and Porsche ricers
I twist door knobs, cross over thresholds and [?] hikers, vos voiture, expensive water park shark biters
Bedknobs and Broomsticks
My chimney sweeper shoot your bredren out his pool pit, core shit
Clear all stimulators, ma mature shit, warship
Check my indicator, got some more ships
Now it’s moonlit
White mink like Abo
A hunnid twenty bit-caps inside a concrete like gravel, don’t grovel
You turn your car key, might ka-boom
Onomatopoeia, kia
The shots reflected like a strobe light, it’s hard to see ya
Mamacita she probably get flipped too
My temperament is indiscriminate I’ll hit a chick too
Vishnu, chakra thot wanna fistful

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Visions of my boots in quick sand and, eject cannons
Any of my ops break every commandment
Contaminated cells of a minority, die for the glory
The block is like a horror story
We birds in a golden cage
Black sage, bred out of the golden age
The sun shows golden rays, hold the gauge
Keep it the closest, cause when you see him walking dead the zombies in motion
My rhymes are like artifacts left in the ocean
Squeeze triggers with no lotion
My shit itchin’, stuck-in glitches in the kitchen, playin’ bones at the table
Fatal fallacies of soldiers in the field missing
I carry on tradition with a poem, a contract for your death that was spoken to tone
DUMPGAWD mu-fucker I’m gone