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Sun The Moon by Tha God Fahim Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2016

[Verse 1]
I blow haze with the pharaoh in tombs
My third eye connects with the sun and the moon
Plagued by death, I'm hearin' sounds of AK-47s
That's how the ghetto kids escape to heaven
I rolled a blunt, I'll be seein' you soon
We can't get away from death like the sun and the moon
My life revolves around supreme science, today's math
Build and destroy, deploy missiles, bloodbath is the habit
Golden gun, .50 cal', 24-karat
Jarrett, pull up on your block, then air it
You say you comin' from the motherland? A white man?
Got me choppin' off his right hand
Confederate flags on trucks with bodies in the back
Indigenous wisdom keepers startin' to state facts
Got me grippin' MACs for state tax
Run up in my trap, it's a trap
They sayin' I'm a nuisance, they wanna see me dead by nooses
A crucifixion addiction, Nazareth lynchin'
Camouflage in the trenches, blue and white lights, that means life
So what you kickin'?
[Chorus]
I blow haze with the pharaoh in tombs
My third eye connects with the sun and the moon
Plagued by death, I'm hearin' sounds of AK-47s
That's how the ghetto kids escape to heaven
I rolled a blunt, I'll be seein' you soon
We can't get away from death like the sun and the moon
Plagued by demons and the one they call brethren
That's how the ghetto kids escape to heaven

[Verse 2]
Ayo, I'm one sin away from hell, ain't hard to tell
Feed you a shell, my guns piss dragon scale
I take your life, your soul is mine to sacrifice
The kid flows like the blood of Jesus Christ
Nail me to a hip-hop cross, I'm rap's Mahdi
I'm Malcolm X out the window, I don't know Gandhi
I'll make your death untimely, a deadly dosage of the marijuana
I'll turn your block to Hotel Tijuana
Die anywhere at random, so keep a magnum for temper tantrums
From the Ghostface Killah phantom
And you be makin' salat, like, "God willing"
But my blade was blessed by Damien for the killing
Fuck a civilian, I'm the motherfuckin' God
You couldn't see me with a telescope on tripod
Check your iPod, it's full of the bullshit
And then you wonder why I fill you with full clips
Stupid
[Chorus]
I blow haze with the pharaoh in tombs
My third eye connects with the sun and the moon
Plagued by death, I'm hearin' sounds of AK-47s
That's how the ghetto kids escape to heaven
I rolled a blunt, I'll be seein' you soon
We can't get away from death like the sun and the moon
Plagued by demons and the one they call brethren
That's how the ghetto kids escape to heaven