Rap’s Mahdi

[Intro: Samples + Tha God Fahim]
"Uh, the saying "bring it on"
The kind of tough talk, you know, that sent the wrong signal to people. Uh, I learned some lessons about—uh—umm—expressing myself maybe in a little more sophisticated manner"

[Chorus: Sample + Tha God Fahim]
"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer" (Verbal murderer! What?)
"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"

"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"
It's Tha-motherfuckin'-God
"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"
Comin' back, nigga, what's up?
Uh

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I decipher the fake, the serpent and the snake
The three-headed lion with the devilish trait
I strike the death bell like Kimbo, I'll leave your eardrums ringin'
My twin Glocks have you singin'
He ain't understand the method of the pain I was bringin'
Left him ghostfaced-ed in the scene with shell casings
Every shot hit 'em up, it was no bullet-wastin', uh
I kick knowledge like a third-degree mason
No admiration to your administration
My rap demonstrations is like sanitation
To the polluted world of hip-hop, check the gridlock
It's like a atom bomb when my pen drop
Now watch the Sintox hit your nerve
Don't get offended by the spoken word
My niggas caught up in it 'fore the purge
We just tryna make it on the verge, yo what's the salary?
His whole faculty got clapped up for backup
I flow a typhoon kamikaze and wake a zombie
With a message from the Mahdi, I'll prob'ly
Talk godly with a demon, off with his head
While he dreamin' for no reason, steady schemin'

[Chorus: sample + Tha God Fahim]
"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"
Put me on the hip-hop cross
"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"
Put me on the hip-hop cross

"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"
Put me on the hip-hop cross
"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"
Put me on the hip-hop cross

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
My life is like the verses of Exodus, who want hex with us?
I stabbed 'em with the elephant tusk for disrespectin' us
Poverty neglected us, we got bills to pay
So the small shit ain't stressin' us, the God is steady blessin' ya
Rappers disrespect, and I'm lyrically molestin' ya
Then go and read a book by the messenger
Message to the Black man, it's divine message
Mics, I bless it, my toxicity level's past restless
It's the rap-slayer Shotokan, been spittin' flame [?]
I'll smack you in the back of the head for sleepin' on the job
Don't get your squad pulverized
Not bothered by these frozen times 'cause crooked's how I hold the nine
No pen for this paper 'cause the mind is where I hold the rhyme
Get hypnotized, verbal synthesize on your crippled eyes
And watch the legend, my vocals leave your mind swellin'
And I could gives a fuck if my shit sellin'

[Chorus: Sample]
"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"
"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"

"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"
"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"

"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"
"Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer"