International Champs

[Intro: Producer Tag & Tha God Fahim]
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Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
The blast force was catastrophic; I stuck to topic
Through the basket, where I drop it; let's get it poppin'
Went from regional to a national giant
Shoutout my clients; I supply the rap fiends with endless food
I set the mood, make my entrance grandiose
From coast to coast, no need to brag or boast, they overdose
We like the Wizards of the Coast
It's like Magic when I spew these notes
My real folks, I keep 'em close

[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
[?] like jacks on a flat; I'm back, action-packed
Stats higher than giraffe ass; it's cap in your raps
I'm like Mamba with behind-the-back passes to Shaq
For the SLAM, cover of the mag, blast from the past
1996 Barkleys, grimy, I'm a shit talker
Bitch hoarder, Rick supporter; told the ho to sniff harder
Find me out in Prince George's, grindin' out the strip
Partner only with the rich offers, shinin' out legit
Don't test me, your bitch ass get pressed like a "Skip Ad"
Finesse me a quick bag; jet skis, a big splash
TEC leave you whiplashed; collect fees for slick raps
You're better? Let's see - I bet the rest think the shit trash

[Refrain: Tha God Fahim]
Make sure the bag proper, make sure the gold ain't copper
You won't get "One More Chance" from the chopper, you're no Big Poppa
Make sure the bag proper, make sure the gold ain't copper
You won't get "One More Chance" from the chopper, you're no Big Poppa