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lirik lagu master of the moment – tha god fahim & jay nice

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[intro: jay nice]
spark the spirits
dump twins
uh

[verse 1: jay nice]
this supreme shirt red, f*ck the president (uh)
i’m double*xl, what’s a freshman list? (what’s that?)
drunk puffin’ medicince, i’m off the essence (yuh)
cut the or i ain’t checkin’ in
i’m nothin’, but excellence
i’m something you’d recommend (that’s a fact)
i never asked a dumb question (uh)
my youngan 11, he got pumps that he leveraged
this sh*t don’t never end (sheesh)
don’t be above the message (uh)
don’t stutter step in my presence
i f*ckin’ deck your chin (right)
i’m dumpin’ yet again (doot*doot)
my best friend got a s*xy twin
i’ll let her spend hours tryna catch you slippin’ ([?])
then the death descends (there, right there)
i’m just grateful to be alive (uh)
so many n*ggas hateful and able to see you die (that’s whack)
i’m surrounded by angels who halos lead me to fly (ka)
dreamy eye
me? i’m a eastside n*gga (ha*ha)
the b.o.b be live (eastside motherf*cker)
the king o’ drummin’ on no drums (drr)
i bring the hummer, the hoes come (the hoes come)
i think o’ summer of ’01 (back then, my n*gga)
when n*ggas was so young, but we wanted the most guns (ya, ya*ya, ya)
nowadays i’m poppin’ tags on my doulie (right)
walk out with shoopin’ bags full of clothin’ (right)
i need some og (uh)
so i copped the whole slab off of jonesy (brr)
out in jonesborough with the pack (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
but i’m lonely
rhythm rap, that’s a motive (uh*huh)
i’m so elite (what else?)
only focus is, get close to cheese (omg)
[interlude: jay nice & tha god fahim]
ahaha
f*ck outta here
check it, uh

[verse 2: tha god fahim & jay nice]
master of the moment, makin’ pilgrimes for my attonement (brr)
time of the rolex, he hit the coldest
[?] strapped it’s not ironic
pop you like a stripper, p*ssy and onyx
layin’ vocals over lovely sonics, demonic
humble, honorable, and honest
i break the law like a promise
i broke the master, lock the street ebonics
truth is we ain’t got the same knowledge
i put the heater to a n*gga like ultraviolet, i’m well polished
and well connected like you cartilage
empty your cartridges
scram, the [?] darknesses progress
when i stress i burn medicine
a childed [?], my sickness is dead presidents
ain’t sh*t to get treacherous
that’s why we take measurements
my trey*57 part of my reasurement
we came from a devilish element
where sh*t is all beloved, it’s just part of the testiment

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