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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
It's raw rap with no promo, I stay in the dojo ([?])
They try to throw low blows, but I found my mojo (I found it)
Break the backboard with a dunk, Levis and Dunks
It's twenty-one skunk, guns up, no playin' with devil's luck
Hoppin' out of the truck, truck jewelry is mad truck
It's the season for ducks, duck season is bad luck
Jump through the ring of fire like a tiger at the circus
Rapid fire, they retire prior, 'fore I close the curtains
The rhymes sick like it's Twisted Metal
They try to flank and infiltrate us knowin' likely we can push the pedal
I wipe my shoes with rap dudes, paid dues, 'cause cash rules
And grew up with bad news with dudes that clap tools
It's cutthroat, you better keep a iron neck
Me and my connect keep a certain type of dialect
What's the point if it ain't workin' for ya?
I'll put a hurtin' on ya
Case closed, I'll close the curtains on ya

[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]