[Intro: Producer Tag & Tha God Fahim]
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[Verse]
You gotta play the game to your advantage, not your disadvantage
I inscribe on sacred tablets, the words glow with a light blue type magic
Increase capacity in my steel gadget, knowin' it can all end tragic
When mics go missin', I'm the alleged suspect
Fah is a roughneck whose swords like to cut necks
Could never bow to anyone but the creator
I scan for the data, save it, study it for later
Turn the booth into a gas chamber as I release the toxins
You'll get more rounds than boxing; I got you boxed in
Spin you like arachnids with a infinite amount of tactics
Another fallen to the backflip
Market shifts occur and I just adjust
My resilience, my attributes is robust
Money, I lust; tuck away the iron tusk
Decimate anything in my line of touch
Show up and clutch; you gettin' ammo in deluxe
Been through some rough patches, but I overcame
I've created my own lane, we are not the same
I've created my own lane, we are not the same
I hold the mic with a cold, dead hand
Grim Reaper emcees, my whole damn plan
Can is stuck to me like umbilical; distribute, too
You imbeciles get many shells, like pennies in wishing wells
Pockets swell like blowfish
If I want it, I'ma go get