[Intro: Sample & Scratches, Tha God Fahim]
It was a time of chaos and violence
I live by the code, style—
Uh, uh

[Verse: Tha God Fahim]
You want smoke? I'm that firin' gun
I revolve just like the sun, my rhymes travel fast as lightyears
Give applause and it's done
I'm appraised by the ones that buy and sell art for high loot
I got connects with the higher-ups, I'm all brute
I wield the caliber with Thor's grip
Glide in the Porsche like a swordfish
Treat the whip like a warship
Load up clips like a war flick
Yeah, you doin' your thing, but I'm way more lit
Maybe I can pass you the torch when I'm done
It's Dump Gawd, release venom from the tongue
Similar to Jet Li, I'm the one
I'm the one
I make my runs and do my numbers while they stay stagnant
A hustler, I got to have it, see, I'm a money magnet
The gatling, I got to stash it, this world got funny habits
We be blackin' like magic, hit your party, I'll come and crash it
The mic, I gotta iron-grasp it
In the booth, I'm a fire hazard
Put it down for my crown, read the lion's tablet
We leave fire ashes, say I got the right of passage
[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
It's grave danger when I step up to the mic, strangle her
Rhymes interrupt the [?] mic flamer
We major like Payne, well-prepared for the endgame
And many other poets recognize the pen game
It's grave danger when I step up to the mic, strangle her
Rhymes interrupt the [?] mic flamer
We major like Payne, well-prepared for the endgame
And many other poets recognize the pen game

[Intro: Scratches]
I live by the code, style—