Tha God Fahim - Guardian Of Styles Lyrics

      

Guardian Of Styles
by Tha God Fahim
feat. Jay NiCE

Verse 1: Tha God Fahim
I need the world to move at my time
Not me movin' at the world's time
Grow my network, a rhyme expert
From passages and excerpts; my needle moves at its own pace
I will go down the greatest rhymer on the planet
Or any multiverse, you understand it
Abstract writings of a colossus; Fahim is monstrous
Get your stalk split; hop in a Bentley cockpit
Don't talk no nonsense; I don't have a guilty conscience
Committed so many ?, I'm numb to the topic
Guns full of rockets; rhyme like I don't give a fuck
Live it up; money, I get it up
Keep your circlе of quality, no matter the number
I'm a keepеr of the technique, guardian of styles
Hold the weapon close for the fake smiles

Verse 2: Jay NiCE
The world in peril, now its time to get tactical
The grand wizard with these lines, this shit magical
I'm takin' year-long sabbaticals and came back radical
Havin' motion from shinin' with the classic moves
See me in every ghetto, I'm just passin' through
Showin' love to the trenches, goin' up in the digits
I know the struggle to get it out in the cold or hustle relentless
A simple stroke of luck, now you doublin' chicken
Now you in muscle, Benz is comfortable, wonderful livin'
FLAiR's electric, wouldn't dare to test it
Came from humble beginnings to being compared to legends
These blessings are very precious
Fashion killer wearin' and airin' weapons
I'm still supplyin' you the dope vibes
My clientele is supreme; it seems your shit quiet, so they won't buy
I'm super-flyin' through a gold sky, decodin' the matrix
With mathematics, word to science and the most high, nigga