Gastronomie

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[Intro: Sample, Mach-Hommy & Tha God Fahim]

I have got to teach you about food! Close your eyes

Dump Gawd

(The motherfuckin' God!)

Menu (Nigga, you already know what's up)

Another Menu

And you on it! Hahaha

What you thought? You was gon' be scot-free?

Uh-huh

Uh

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim]

When we move, it's similar to tectonic plates

It's a fine line between criticism and tryna hate

I grind 25/8, I never hibernate (Never hibernate)

Don't violate, 'cause loose ends, I consolidate (I consolidate)

I consolidate, yo, I consolidate

Playin' with them handheld cannons that discombobulate (Tzazazazazazaza!)

We don't got a common take, so why commеntate? (Why?)

Could care less about your chat rooms, I don't modеrate (What?)

I'm VIP up in the backroom with the accommodate

Dump Gawd cause a typhoon, that's how we dominate

One thing that shows for sure we not similar:

I kickflip my shit on stage and break a fibula

Hit the turbo 'til it go over gauge - Fah is ridiculous

Captured the learning curve and learned the ways of the meticulous

They frivolous, uh; I think they need stimulus

Gotta keep your head in the game, this shit venomous

[Verse 2: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 3: Tha God Fahim]

Hallelujah

Pockets fully blown like Rockefeller

With no trace of AIDS, we bounce back like rubbers

Nigga gettin' sauce money like Jigga, Preemo and Jaz-O

Vast growth - I seen that shit start as a tadpole

Niggas vicious, cuttin' them switches; you the past, though

And won't nobody miss you, 'cause truly, you just an asshole

Drop the shit like it's tissue, if you know, you know we too official

I'm not gon' be carin', nigga, ain't shit civil

Whip the Camaro like Canelo when he stepped up to Bivol

I'm always on the grain, how can I be this potent?

I see the holes in niggas' game like the US Open

Got juice like The Beatles, nigga, I'm John Winnin

Got the jeweler throwin' stones at my chain like it's sinnin'

Rappers are sacrificial lambs, hackin' with they hands

And if you niggas dope, you get subtracted by the gram

I'll find the right move, then spam like Killa Cam

Then slam on niggas like it was NBA Jams

The man got eliminated for trippin', like, "Damn!"

The clips was elongated like Pippen's wingspan

Put us in the game and you can feel the impact

Even stars get struck like Eminem fans

You get your whole section ate like public housing, need counseling

From here and there, we keep 'em bouncin'

From now and then, sophisticated like your house plan