Lyrics Butterfly Fx - Tha God Fahim

Butterfly Fx

I’m experienced now, professional
Jaw’s been broke, been lost, knocked down a couple times
I’m bad;
been choppin' trees, I done somethin' new for this fight
I done wrassled with a alligator, that’s right
I have wrassled with a alligator, I done tussled with a whale
I done handcuffed lightnin', thrown thunder in jail
That’s bad.
Only last week, I murdered a rock
Injured a stone, hospitalized a brick
I’m so mean, I make medicine sick (man, dude, ain’t no doubt)
Bad… fast.
Fast.
Fast!
Last night, I cut the light off in my bedroom
Hit the switch, was in the bed before the room was dark (incredible, incredible)
Fast
Yeah, uh
It’s Tha-motherfuckin'-Godd, nigga
Right back at your motherfuckin' stereo
Motherfuckin' legend
Check it, yo
I’m awaitin'
This ancient hip-hop to get awakened
Frontin' like you fuckin' with Tha God, but you fakin'
Situations, frequencies and vibrations
Speculations claim a legend in the makin'
Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up
But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched
Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up
But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched (yo, check it)
All my fantasies faded
Like a burnt calorie
Those that slay dragons in front of the whole family, mad insanity
Vanity upon this gauntlet of false prophets
Who can I trust?
Topics of mad devilish gossip
The lemon squeeze put you in a hospice
Dungarees keep a metal alloy, the shell was hot like Altoids
I had to cleanse, make amends, less friends
They only hurt you in the end
Where do I begin?
Rewind to my twenty-first sin
For every one rhyme you write, I got ten
With the pen, I put it to use, then knock my bitch pussy loose
Stuck it like a brown recluse
On this web of fruit, supreme math
Flashes of the past
Runnin' from the police and shootouts on the ave
The gun is my better half, it always gets the last laugh
When I stumble on this cold path
I’m awaitin'
This ancient hip-hop to get awakened
Frontin' like you fuckin' with Tha God, but you fakin'
Situations, frequencies and vibrations
Speculations claim a legend in the makin'
Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up
But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched
Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up (uh)
But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched
Feelin' the black magic
I turn corners from the sadness
It’s summertime madness, breathe the toxic gases
Press the Glock, detach it, ratchets, pass it down
Pick up the shells to eliminate frowns (zazazazazazaza)
I’m hellbound, but tied to the heavens still
Might find my way upon that spinnin' wheel
Shit is real in the Zone 6, the shoes of poverty was a hard fit
Hit up Stogied for the bong rips
All trips, seven and four
Trailin' the devil, beatin' hell and where niggas be felon
Cops be dwellin' for niggas that’s sellin
And get info from niggas that’s tellin'
I’m awaitin'
This ancient hip-hop to get awakened
Frontin' like you fuckin' with Tha God, but you fakin'
Situations, frequencies and vibrations
Speculations claim a legend in the makin'
Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up
But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched
Cops waitin' to lock the young Gods up
But we emerge from these hot degrees, no scars, untouched