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Conchshell - Mach-Hommy/Tha God Fahim.mp3

Conchshell - Mach-Hommy/Tha God Fahim.mp3
Conchshell - Mach-Hommy/Tha God Fahim
[00:00.000] [Verse 1: Mac...
[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
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