Third Eye Blazin Tha God Fahim (Ft. Kalima)
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[Verse 1: Kalima]
Liquor ring rigs on my candle-tips
Eyes focused, mind folded
Trying to hold my grip
As the foundation crumbles
Spirit igniting shifts
It sound like this
My soul is craving other worldly shit
My minds a trip
Third eye blazing, feeling feverish
But on the physical, them niggas barely paying rent
I mean it's mundane, living is leaving niggas sick
We got to flip the script, reverse the mental whips
With candles, lids and 72 to handle it
I might be spiritual, but spiritual about that gangsta shit
I sacrifice your life, leave moms to muster it
But anyway, let me get back to this mothering
Kali can kill your wounds and leave you suffering
Camouflage your tomb, leave niggas wondering
Don't get caught up in the muscle, my niggas hustling
Flipping sigils, we don't scribble
Nigga, we scratch the intent
Know what I meant
[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
(check it, uh)
I used to think I wouldn't make it out
The struggle
Moneys the only thing to talk about
No I won't fumble
I'ma just make double, and chill
Liquor ring rigs on my candle-tips
Eyes focused, mind folded
Trying to hold my grip
As the foundation crumbles
Spirit igniting shifts
It sound like this
My soul is craving other worldly shit
My minds a trip
Third eye blazing, feeling feverish
But on the physical, them niggas barely paying rent
I mean it's mundane, living is leaving niggas sick
We got to flip the script, reverse the mental whips
With candles, lids and 72 to handle it
I might be spiritual, but spiritual about that gangsta shit
I sacrifice your life, leave moms to muster it
But anyway, let me get back to this mothering
Kali can kill your wounds and leave you suffering
Camouflage your tomb, leave niggas wondering
Don't get caught up in the muscle, my niggas hustling
Flipping sigils, we don't scribble
Nigga, we scratch the intent
Know what I meant
[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
(check it, uh)
I used to think I wouldn't make it out
The struggle
Moneys the only thing to talk about
No I won't fumble
I'ma just make double, and chill
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