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tha god fahim & nicholas craven - its automatic lyrics

[verse]
take what’s mine by brute force
in summertime, i’m pullin’ out the porsche
slight misunderstandings can lead to detachment
bones disconnect when my mac spit, backflip
i’m nothin’ like you, uh—you f_ckin’ right
every time i touch a mic, uh—i clutch it tight
dump gawd ain’t nothin’ nice, you f_ckin’ right
when it’s war, you really see who your friends is
i became the embodiment of pain
can’t take me out the game ’cause i play my own game
my own lane; i do my own thang
fah ain’t finna hang with no lame
if you don’t f_ck with me, i’m not tryna convince you
if it ain’t ’bout the money, i won’t even hit you
cheap investments equals cheap results; you at a loss
i’ll never give the secret sauce
and even if i did, you not qualified to use it
it’d be useless; don’t need you addin’ in your two cents
i got the blueprint and the schematics
my raps are cinematic; i’m trigger_happy with the automatic
i ain’t even gotta try hard, it’s automatic
i ain’t even gotta try hard, it’s automatic
i’m inclined to see emcees hurt from verbal work
it’s tha shogunn warlord beheadin’ hordes
it’s gore; i got a thirst for blood and want more
makin’ interesting discoveries in research
i can’t settle for second, i’d rather be first
must have courage in the face of danger
control my anger, i’m pennin’ bangers
got many first_round kos just like berlanga’s
with trigger fangers
dump gawd

- tha god fahim nicholas craven

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