Against The Grain

[Intro: Producer Drop & Tha God Fahim]
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Know what I'm sayin'?
You know—Brr-r-rt!
You know what I mean? [?]
You feel me? Hahaha
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I'll go against the grain to get you slain
Put you in a headlock like Baby Boy from Ving Rhames
Immense pain and lit gains
Emit flames, intense stains
I flip lanes, it's fixed games
The blade was searing hot, could cut through metal like butter
Just imagine what I'll do to one of these emcee suckers
The MAC fired so many bullets, the barrel melted
He felt it - took so many bullets, the acts were selfish
Torn clothes from more blows, the war rose
Chase more goals, finna do more shows
Before close, they sayin' my words were Betamax shows
Pictures, I paint 'em; my tapes, they anticipate 'em
When I create 'em

[Refrain: Jay NiCE]
Uh
I'll go against the grain to get you slain
I'll go against the grain to get you slain
Spark the spirits, uh

[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
Smack the lid off your cups, this the pits vers' the pups
German tank for the war, I'll let Big Bertha dump
Act wild, snatch your girl if the bitch worth a fuck
Turn her out, bend her over, then insert my thumbs
Treat her like a bowling ball, I'm strikin' every time
Writin' heavy rhymes; nigga, you light, this exercise
Raisin' seven-hundred pounds on the deadlift for breakfast
Then snatch another couple plates, reps is electric, nigga