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Prayer for the Fallen
02:30
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[Adlibs: Tha God Fahim]
Yeah
YEAH
Ugh
Check it out
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
It's looking ugly in these streets
I put my heart up in these beats
We getting money so we eat
Won't let no dummies come and leach off us
You better offer up, or they gonna toss it up
And if we fall best believe we get back up, bet it up
I ain't into luck, I'm on so blessed
And my people got my back, we keep it so so def
And when things go left, we still keep it close-knit
Whatchu want you go get, so keep the faith and don't sit
[Bridge: Tha God Fahim]
'Cause nothing coming to you if you don't work hard
Part of tribulations is just enduring the scars
'Cause nothing coming to you if you don't work hard
Part of tribulations is just enduring the scars
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I make something out of nothing, turn bitter to sweet
I wet my beak in a pool of cash, woke up from sleep
Walked the terrain, the hardship to get where I'm going
I'm on the path to success, and continuously growing
Anything counterproductive is a means to destruction
And being too greedy you can end up with nothing
Love, peace and happiness, justice, freedom, equality
Food, clothing, shelter, warriors terminology
How I see things, what you believe is your perspective
Cop me some rings, and championships I'm affective
Coming out clean, I say a prayer for the fallen
Who knows what life holds, so every chance I'm going all-in
Only one life, don't waste the challenge and face it
Enhance my complexity, evolve from the basic
A young man struggling trying yo survive
Living in the devilish world full of lies
I came a long way from the path of demise
Started to apply the ways of the wise
Don't let it get your mind, I'm talking devils
A rhyme rebel, I'm putting pedal to the metal
I gain clarity when seeking understanding
No wisdom abandoned, can't take any knowledge for granted
Nothing is handed, won't let 'em, put me in panic
Knowing that there's static, my mental state is automatic
Turn the knob on the volume, I'm staying on my Deen
For the mic, they all know I'm a fiend
Speak the language of a king, while I spread my wings
And spread love to the whole entire team
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2. |
Sunday Morning Paper
02:56
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[Adlibs: Tha God Fahim]
Uh
Yeah
Know what I'm sayin' Dump Gawd
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
They got me secluded like an alien
So I don't even know what day we in
Come from a place where ain't no babyin'
The pandemics spreading
Looks like the human race is being threatened
It's like the start of armageddon, catch a contact
I react, check all stats, ready for combat
Keep my head facings the sky, watching the star map
Live, love, and learn my tactics of being rationale
Rapping like Tupac mixed with Martin and Malcolm flow
Stuntin' on you non-believers, they not the kind to lead us
The poison they be tryna feed us, while they be tryna read us
I focus on the ones that need us, need us
Destined for greatness since I was a fetus, greet us
With nothing less than the utmost
It's a must that you watch your step because they'll up toast
It's like surviving the jungle with these cutthroats
Until the smoke clears all you see is gunsmoke
[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
Live, love, and learn, make the most outta what you got
Gotta go and earn, that's gonna get you to the top spot
If you wait your turn, your time gonna come
Stand on it firm and shine like sun
Live, love, and learn, make the most outta what you got
Gotta go and earn, that's gonna get you to the top spot
If you wait your turn, your time gonna come
Stand on it firm and shine like sun
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
Hold ya head, for all my people that's feeling down
Give me cred where it's due, know I get around
All the things I've been through, Imma hold it down
I do it for my peeps and you do it for clout
Big difference, I put the real in every sentence
Going so hard that I don't even know my limits
This is music for the soul, I know they feel it
That's why I'm widely recognized as one of the illest
Been to many places, wrote a lot of rhymes
Gotcha watch my back, cause they lurkin' from behind
Always in my studies, always counting money
Only God can judge me, over beats I'm flowing lovely
Highly dedicated to the way that the pen move
It ain't nothing new, it's been fact that I've been smooth
Old school, young dude these rappers been food
They don't really know about the things that I'm into
They don't really know about the things that I'm into
They don't really know about the things that I'm into
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3. |
Drift
02:40
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[Adlibs: Tha God Fahim]
Ugh
Check it
Ugh
[Bridge 1: Tha God Fahim]
Everybody want the fruits, but nobody wanna work
Everybody want the truth, but nobody wanna search
Everybody wants the love, but nobody want the hurt
Everybody want the better without going through the worse
[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
They only seen the shine, no one ever sees the darkness
Not knowing how much time that you put into the hardship
Observers thinking easy, not knowing the weight you carry
And how hands can get greasy, it's a dirty game we marry
Reflect on all my imperfections, sharpen up my strengths
I won't let it waste away, got confidence in my gift
I put my thoughts to work, and I'm constantly at a shift
While they fall behind in my rearview watching 'em drift
[Bridge 2: Tha God Fahim]
While they fall behind in my rearview watching 'em drift
While they fall behind in my rearview watching 'em drift
[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
Everybody want the fruits, but nobody wanna work
Everybody want the truth, but nobody wanna search
Everybody want the love, but nobody want the hurt
Everybody want the better, without going through the worse
Everybody want the better, without going through the worse
Everybody want the better, without going through the worse
[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
If you don't work hard, then how you gonna gain dough
Stay dressed in fly spreads, fresh like I'm Sun-Lo
I step up in the booth and I run show
And burn mics to ash off one go
The sunglow, I'm built for this, surviving wicked times in this wilderness
Amongst the filthiest, with much that surrounds is filthiness
Came out the dirt clean, write to exert steam
Failures the worst thing, it hurts like the worst sting
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4. |
Knowledge Wave
02:15
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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
I write high art
Always been a try-hard
If I don't get it right the first time, imma work on it
Took a swisher, threw some purp on it
Then grabbed the mic, and put a curse on it
Let 'em get the worst of it
Hate it or love, made it above it
You see the pain in my eyes just from making it struggling
Don't label me to put me in a box, broke all the locks
Enabled me to make it in this spot, who wanna watch
How many brothers fell victim, it's crazy
I can feel your pain at times, living is shady
While we out hustlin' hoping and totin' hazy
To build a foundation for the babies
I put it all on the papers line
You wanna ball gotta make it mine
It's mandatory to put in the time
Missions with reasons gotta get completed
The obsolete deleted, when you at your best, it's hard to beat it
Never retreat it, if you believe it then achieve it, I constantly need it
My firepower keeps me heated
My firepower keeps me heated
[Outro: Tha God Fahim]
I make it, then we all make
I'm tryna make, I'm not trying to fake it
Money, I'm tryna chase it
I'm ill, you mad basic
Respect the technique
Don't reach, it's mad sacred
I make it, then we all make
I'm tryna make, I'm not trying to fake it
Money, I'm tryna chase it
I'm ill, you mad basic
Respect the technique
Don't reach, it's mad sacred
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5. |
Taking Measures
02:57
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[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]
This a world full of pandemics, shake the analytics
So far from the natural, so you know that man did it
I ride with my windows tinted, cruising through the city
I maximize my output, they know I'm getting busy, who is he
I constantly change, but stay the same
Long as the loss is less than the gain, forget the fame
'Till I make it on the other side, many momma's cried
Cause their children died in the street
Uncle Same be a leach with his hand out
Was all good on resources 'till they ran out, now how it pan out
You never know who watching, some relationships be toxic
I cut 'em off, they counterweight to the profit
While I grow my own pockets
They spread the poison with the nonsense
The real salute me when I show 'em all my rhyme gift
Separation from the evils of the bondage, now what's the conflict
Just wanna maintain and sustain,
With longevity remain sane
They know my pedigree, I came gamed and prepared
No tricking me out position 'cause I'm well aware
I seen it coming before it came, I take precautions
Stay replenished, they be praying I take them losses
They be praying that I take them losses
I'm staying focused, no distractions coming in my office
Leave the demeanor, get the job done
Count up the money like MJ, no way to stop 'em
I see any kicks I want, won't hesitate to cop 'em
Push the all black whip like Bruce Wayne in Gotham
I got the title like, heavyweight boxing
Hustle like an oxen, my pen produce toxins
I'm the center of attention, gotta watch it, they flopping
While I'm getting more better options
History rewards its research, ain't no stopping
So I had to revisit the words of the doctrine
Suffering is means to a revolution
they tryna find solutions, its time for better change
If things ain't working as is, gotta rearrange
I wanna live good, it ain't enough to just maintain
Keep your nose out my business, it ain't your concern
If I was down in a fire, you would just watch me burn
Until then, just wait your turn, every dog has its day
I'm thinking about tomorrow, but I'm living for today
Many things at stake, I can stand the pressure
I use my mind to manifest and take certain measures
If you don't practice what you preach, I'm good on all your lectures
Many things is made trash can never be treasure
If you don't practice what you preach, I'm good on all your lectures
Many things is made trash can never be treasure, be better
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DUS New Jersey
DUS is a Hip-Hop producer from New Jersey. Known for his gritty, yet soulful sound.
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