Jax-Hamma Tha God Fahim (Ft. Kungg Fuu)

[Intro: Tha God Fahim]
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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
Every word I spit is like a representation of death
Every day is like another chance to dance, to take another breath
Machine guns and camouflage outfits
Don't come out your mouth slick
I like to weigh the stakes of danger like it's ounces
I'm like the bad fruit that fell from the tree
A verse from me should be the price of a key, yo
You Bruce like Jenner, I Bruce like Lee
You not like me, 'cause Tha God keep it G
My firepower's goin' up, I feel deception
It's no questions when I'm dischargin' my weapon
Police askin' residents what's goin' on
Ain't nobody snitch, so we movin' right along
I'll whoop your ass and put it in a song
My lawyer gotta calm me down, he know I'm in the wrong
You ain't knowin' nothin'; it ain't hard to tell you boys frontin'
Leave you with injuries and badass head concussions
Clap at you like you won a award or somethin'
And I'm a real nigga, so I ain't recordin' nothin'
Only Canon I'ma be shootin' is my AR - spray y'all
Knock the evil devil off the radar