[Intro]
Dump Assassins
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[Verse 1: God Fahim]
You gotta know the ledge, like Rakim said
While being close to the edge, I'm rockin' silk fly spreads
Until the day I'm dead, we will be bringing you bread
I wake up to get the money, leave the world more quick
I'm not impressed with what you win

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Trust me ahki when I say that Allah has a plan
This a bloodbath, leave my name carved in the sand
You gon' make me empty out the fuckin' cartridge again
How many times I gots tell you, you do not understand
These the illest wares, these is Prada scarves from Japan
You servin' oxidized pino and the partridge is bland
These is hollow tips, they will split your arm from ya hand
You ain't hit his commissary, let him starve in the can
See, them pop-out boys take the food from ya plate
I can read a muhfucka from the moves the he make
See, my ahki is my ahki, only few can relate
Face the qiblah, pray to East, I'da move to Kuwait
Pinky Tuscadero had to deal with the Malachi
I only deal with bottom-line numbers, Fibonacci
A spark all it take for the gas to ignite
We ain't homies, pana, two shifts, passin' the night, toma!
Hahaha, yeah