Tums by d’Bhagavad

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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I keep the slam up like Onyx
Pop open the book of Hustlenomics
Cash rules is chronic
I slash shoes, you polish
Attacks fools in silence
My MAC rules in violence
My brains'll do the science in this land ruled by tyrants
My plans move accord
Choose wisely, the axe or the sword (The axe!)
The Devil, The Lord
The Overlord Shogunn
Samurai
Vandalize MC's when the hammer fly (Boom!)
Put your life on stand-by like the reserve (Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta)
Blow your brain matter onto the curb
Fiends get served
But not with pastor's word (Not with pastor's word)
The serpent's word, it's what the pastor's heard
Fuck a government official, fuck a massive bird
(Fuck the government)
'Til my body and the cast get merged
Give it a gospel
Them copperheads rock you
Stone you like Goliath
When I die, I'll leave a legacy of defiance
You speak on my name and get shamed in front of lions
Check your attribute, hassle you
Death is absolute
Catch a massive boost so fire on your ass
He tried to dash and made my .35 blast fast
Head on the hockey mask, ran off with cash
In a brown duffle stocking bag (Pew)
Something flashed
Got ghosts like I'm a killer
You sweat the storm like the 'Thrilla in Manila' (What?)
SK's fill UV rays, his breath fades
Barnum & Bailey tried to play me and get switchblade

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]