Icee Shop/Entrées Tha God Fahim & Your Old Droog

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Part I: Icee Shop
[Intro]

[Verse]

Part II: Entrées
[Verse: Tha God Fahim]
I got the plot, I got the flip, I got it maximized
I came to grip, I got the state of mind to capitalize
I can actualize, actual size
A titanium megalithic, stunts factualize
All my weapons tactical-ized, so rationalize
State of the art, I could capture your eyes
Discover greatness, work hard and patience, tenacious
Got a lot of new ventures ahead, so I'm anxious
Master my destiny, fulfill my aspirations
We gettin' money in all the denominations
There's just one entry to my journal: bag
And every verse is like the reaper of death, I'm in my murder bag
It's just been me and my music nowadays
I'm cruisin' through the city and sittin' sideways
Boys in a daze, who knew that rhyme pays?
I'm hungry on the mic and beats is entrées
Who knew that rhyme pays?
I'm hungry on the mic and beats is entrées
Beats is entrées