Food Grade

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[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
Y'all already know what time it is

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Don't peep in this kitchen, don't worry what I got cookin'
'Cause curiosity could kill a lion
My path enlightened, I predicted it just like the Mayans
End of days, I got initiated into science (This a science)
I hear 'em cryin' we facilitated an alliance
Don't get mad the dope sellin', 'cause you niggas buyin'
I ain't into the wrinkled clothes, so I keep the iron
I can float in the double-R or I can push the Cayenne; I am
The best that еver did it, nigga, admit it
How could he be this wеll-presented when finessin' them digits?
When I lift the AR, it look like I'm caressin' a midget
With a maximum DPS so I can barbecue chicken
It's Mister Culprit; I'm constipated, finna drop mo' shit
With the legend Mach, comin' from Port Prince
My jersey bear the number seven like Mike Vick
I used to pray for times like this to rhyme real sick

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 3: Your Old Droog]

[Verse 4: Mach-Hommy]

[Outro: Sample]
Science, man
Here you are