The Dunking Dutchman Tha God Fahim & Your Old Droog

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[Verse 1]

[Chorus: MF Grimm]
Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
Niggas screamin' "battle", who step to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker
Who will survive in World War Three? (None!)
Who got a style that come close to me? (None!)
Niggas screamin' "battle", who step to me? (None!)
To all you fakers, it's time to meet your maker

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I been in this game for years, too; nothin' is brand new
I'm huntin' emcees and beats get ran through
They know me overseas, the seas of sand, too
Don't bitе the hand that feeds, might squeeze the blam, too (Zazazaza!)
Unscrеw you like [?], guns and grams, too
Young adolescents, they livin' like bamboo (Stupid)
I'm a staple, iconic to these lovely sonics (Uh-huh)
It can start to get demonic, you portrayin' brolic
I got it (I got it)
I got it, I got it, I got it (I got it!)
I got it, I got it, I got it (I got it!)
I got it, I got it
It can start to get demonic, you portrayin' brolic (Tzazazazaza!)
Check it, the Van Allen belts get melted and broke through
I came to demote you, I'll leave 'em with no clue
You crazy if you try to play me, I be done broke through
I rose above off the mic, the pen and the Pro Tools