Art Official Tha God Fahim & Oh No
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[Intro: Sample & Tha God Fahim]
Lay down your life
Before it's too late
Lay down your life, give it—
Before it's too late
Before it's too late, you need to tighten up
Tighten up, uh
[Verse 1]
Respect my handle; I came to not play games
Some of my ideas go against the grain, that's how art is made
Vintage antiques sell for high peaks, watch the prices change
Appreciatin' in value, this art don't stay the same
They know my name in different terrains
I step on the turf, engrave my name on this rock we call Earth
You know my work - my résumé diversified
I'm fully qualified to monetize; beats get sodomized
They hear my rhymes and feel they found lost gold
My life is sendin' MCs to the crossroads
I drop a load while you niggas get exposed
My flows - rap to me's what boxing's to Riddick Bowe
We get the green like Piccolo, I get the dough
Make you kiss bullets like mistletoe, ain't shit to show (Tzazazaza!)
It's the phenomenon, fast like Ramadan
These ain't just rhymes, these are the codes to atomic bombs
Lay down your life
Before it's too late
Lay down your life, give it—
Before it's too late
Before it's too late, you need to tighten up
Tighten up, uh
[Verse 1]
Respect my handle; I came to not play games
Some of my ideas go against the grain, that's how art is made
Vintage antiques sell for high peaks, watch the prices change
Appreciatin' in value, this art don't stay the same
They know my name in different terrains
I step on the turf, engrave my name on this rock we call Earth
You know my work - my résumé diversified
I'm fully qualified to monetize; beats get sodomized
They hear my rhymes and feel they found lost gold
My life is sendin' MCs to the crossroads
I drop a load while you niggas get exposed
My flows - rap to me's what boxing's to Riddick Bowe
We get the green like Piccolo, I get the dough
Make you kiss bullets like mistletoe, ain't shit to show (Tzazazaza!)
It's the phenomenon, fast like Ramadan
These ain't just rhymes, these are the codes to atomic bombs
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