Axe Pain Tha God Fahim & Oh No (Ft. Jay NiCE)

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
It's best to be a moving target and never a sitting duck
It be shogunn showdowns, nigga, so soldier up
Eight-cylinder motors or better, I bet I muscle up
Big movements in my program, nigga, I hustle up
Double up; can't stay out the bank, I must be stuck
Big game hunters with me and we layin' in the cut
Put my crosshairs on prey, preparin' 'em for lunch
Had to oil the K; I'll roll a rapper like Dutch
Tried to talk to 'em and told 'em, "Remove the costume"
Eat dust, breeze by you like a monsoon
I don't cosplay, it get blacker than a darkroom
Blackin' out on mics, who sharper than a harpoon?

[Verse 2: Jay NiCE]
Ayo, I drop mad knowledge and stack dollars
The first to cop that new black Boxer - I nicknamed it Jack Johnson
You better? That's nonsense
I been the underdog since high school, embarrassin' the Flash Thompsons
'Bout that action, that's Bronson
Rollin' bags of exotic; these bitches want me 'cause I act toxic
I'm out in Boston gettin' mass profit
These niggas always less than, 'cause like Def Jam, they lack logic
Recognize or I'll let the sket t-tah
A big headshot'll look like the first bite of shepherd's pie
I'm on my 777, fly extra high
You never met a guy like FLAiR - I make the pressure rise
All aboard! The Dump Train
Conducted by Supreme and Dump Gawd
A million to us is chump change, nigga