The Best Of Modes Tha God Fahim

[Intro: Tupac Shakur]
It depends on who you're writing the music for

[Verse]
Now tell me: what's life?
You can't make it with a bark if you don't bite
We terminate on sight, strip you of all stripes
You take a roll of the dice, you better roll right
If you want to gamble your life, this world is cold ice
These street corners got shells on the ground
Kings getting clipped over ounces with four-pounds
In showdowns, you gotta be aware of what surrounds
It goes down, it's war until a ruler drops his crown
I was made in the best of molds
My soul is never sold
I'm well prepared for any episodes
Think outside of the box, or get trapped in
Self-sufficient, we working across the map, then
Victory stretch, I'm running a couple laps, then
Divinely guided, so you could say that I'm tapped in
All my dogs give me dap for that, take off they hat to that
You cross that line? It be a wrap for that
Ice medallions with the gold faces
Shoes got no laces
Bring the bag with you if we touch bases
My rhyme process is like sex
They know I like checks
I shine holy with the bright neck
It's like that; never judge before fact
Cause snakes and devils fiendin' for that hate just like crack
Overwrite my mistakes with the righteousness
My duty is to hold up the torch, and shine light to this
Enlightenment, to the mathematics
I select another challenge, then I have at it
Show and provin' every day, kickin' bad habits
Scribin' in my tablet, reflectin' on all the madness