Third Eye Blazin - Tha God Fahim, Kalima

Liquor ring rigs on my candle-tips

Eyes focused, mind folded

Trying to hold my grip

As the foundation crumbles

Spirit igniting shifts

It sound like this

My soul is craving other worldly shit

My minds a trip

Third eye blazing, feeling feverish

But on the physical, them niggas barely paying rent

I mean it’s mundane, living is leaving niggas sick

We got to flip the script, reverse the mental whips

With candles, lids and 72 to handle it

I might be spiritual, but spiritual about that gangsta shit

I sacrifice your life, leave moms to muster it

But anyway, let me get back to this mothering

Kali can kill your wounds and leave you suffering

Camouflage your tomb, leave niggas wondering

Don’t get caught up in the muscle, my niggas hustling

Flipping sigils, we don’t scribble

Nigga, we scratch the intent

Know what I meant

(check it, uh)

I used to think I wouldn’t make it out

The struggle

Moneys the only thing to talk about

No I won’t fumble

I’ma just make double, and chill

I put that on everything I love

Blow me a dub, right after I leave the club

For all my people resting in peace

Heavenly above

I keep a mug of smiley faces, get niggas wasted

High off the love, be friendly

But watch who you befriending

Evil is present

Open god gifts or the devil’s present

Blunt peasants never learnt them nine lessons

Twelve Jews, too much booze

Loose cool, Jamel bring the bad news

Mad ruse being broke for cashews

Mad niggas caught pistol whippings for mad tools

I hit the sanctuary, god

Police following me for fourteen county in the car

Maybe I’m tripping but I can’t get caught slipping

Past curfew, 'cause my dukes was tripping

Last house of the poor and dangerous

Gotta keep shit rock solid if you wanna hang with us

But really just know only a in god, we trust

Even though shit look like the devil came with us