Conchshell - Mach-Hommy/Tha God Fahim.lrc

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[00:00.000] [Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
[00:07.740] (Yo you know, you know who you are you know who you is)
[00:10.670] (Uh, pft)
[00:11.580] Bhagavad Gita, wider
[00:13.690] The acetate was ****ing up the floor mic
[00:15.670] God cypher
[00:16.510] Supreme true cyber power your tiger, I’m gucci
[00:19.890] I walk around the yard sombre and fiber cloth biter
[00:21.690] Gets ushered out the car follower scheißes, meister, with dick fräulein and Porsche ricers
[00:26.210] I twist door knobs, cross over thresholds and watch hikers, vos voiture, expensive water park shark biters
[00:32.560] Bedknobs and Broomsticks
[00:34.530] My chimney sweeper shoot your bredren out his pool pit, core shit
[00:37.310] Clear all stimulators, ma mature shit, warship
[00:39.920] Check my indicator, got some more ships
[00:43.240] Now it’s moonlit
[00:45.140] White mink like Abo
[00:46.890] A hunnid twenty bit-caps inside a concrete like gravel, don’t grovel
[00:50.420] You turn your car key, might ka-boom
[00:53.350] Onomatopoeia, kia
[00:55.570] The shots reflected like a strobe light, it’s hard to see ya
[00:57.880] Mamacita she probably get flipped too
[01:00.210] My temperament is indiscriminate I’ll hit a chick too
[01:03.110] Vishnu, chakra thot wanna fistful
[01:05.620] [Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
[01:08.650] Visions of my boots in quick sand and, eject cannons
[01:11.640] Any of my ops break every commandment
[01:13.850] Contaminated cells of a minority, die for the glory
[01:17.180] The block is like a horror story
[01:19.210] We birds in a golden cage
[01:21.900] Black sage, bred out of the golden age
[01:23.840] The sun shows golden rays, hold the gauge
[01:26.560] Keep it the closest, cause when you see him walking dead the zombies in motion
[01:30.200] My rhymes are like artifacts left in the ocean
[01:32.810] Squeeze triggers with no lotion
[01:34.420] My shit itchin’, stuck-in glitches in the kitchen, playin’ bones at the table
[01:38.730] Fatal fallacies of soldiers in the field missing
[01:41.310] I carry on tradition with a poem, a contract for your death that was spoken to-yo tomb
[01:46.810] Dump Gawd mo’****er I’m gone

文本歌词

(Yo you know, you know who you are you know who you is)
(Uh, pft)
Bhagavad Gita, wider
The acetate was ****ing up the floor mic
God cypher
Supreme true cyber power your tiger, I’m gucci
I walk around the yard sombre and fiber cloth biter
Gets ushered out the car follower scheißes, meister, with dick fräulein and Porsche ricers
I twist door knobs, cross over thresholds and watch hikers, vos voiture, expensive water park shark biters
Bedknobs and Broomsticks
My chimney sweeper shoot your bredren out his pool pit, core shit
Clear all stimulators, ma mature shit, warship
Check my indicator, got some more ships
Now it’s moonlit
White mink like Abo
A hunnid twenty bit-caps inside a concrete like gravel, don’t grovel
You turn your car key, might ka-boom
Onomatopoeia, kia
The shots reflected like a strobe light, it’s hard to see ya
Mamacita she probably get flipped too
My temperament is indiscriminate I’ll hit a chick too
Vishnu, chakra thot wanna fistful

Visions of my boots in quick sand and, eject cannons
Any of my ops break every commandment
Contaminated cells of a minority, die for the glory
The block is like a horror story
We birds in a golden cage
Black sage, bred out of the golden age
The sun shows golden rays, hold the gauge
Keep it the closest, cause when you see him walking dead the zombies in motion
My rhymes are like artifacts left in the ocean
Squeeze triggers with no lotion
My shit itchin’, stuck-in glitches in the kitchen, playin’ bones at the table
Fatal fallacies of soldiers in the field missing
I carry on tradition with a poem, a contract for your death that was spoken to-yo tomb
Dump Gawd mo’****er I’m gone