Moon Horn

[Intro: Tha God Fahim + sample]
Oh, this shit gettin' crunk
Uh, check it;
"You said—"

[Verse]
Dump Gawd, R.A.P Lord, spend one, stack four
Graveyard backdoor, brave-heart gat wars
I hit the stage and light up the sky, they ask, "Why, Tha God, how you get so fly?"
I tell 'em, "Could be these dope ass rhymes I'm sellin'"
Catch me rebellin', really, there's no tellin'
Tomorrow's not promised, yesterday is passed
The master of my craft, my rhymes represent class
I'm on the celly, talkin' business
Speakin' of interest—I shot the sheriff and the witness
Spawnin' the tempest, relentless—niggas know how I get down
Let off a round and leave you leakin' out your crown
Man down—I'm more than nasty, who flowin' past me?
You rappin' niggas slow like a bad taxi
I had a dream I had infinite cream
Liftin' the steam with a quarter ounce in my jeans; chillin'
Ain't shit you could tell me 'bout art dealin'
You niggas card-stealin', I got my plaques on the wall, chillin'
What a time to be alive, like Aubrey
The GOAT of rap, but I'm not from Marcy
I flip the bill-ups like Chauncey
I'm paranoid, equipped to grab the fifth, don't taunt me
Mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall
Chop your head and the body will fall
Above the law, I'll whoop your ass like X-Pac
Don't play me, pussy, pick up a Xbox
My black market AK'll knock off your dreadlocks
Your next phase is a funeral, bedrock
You dead, shot

[Outro]
R.A.P Lord, mo'fuckers