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THA GOD FAHIM - Dump Gawd- Hyperbolic Time Chamber Rap 4 - 02 Got Game (Prod. By Nicholas Craven)

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[Verse 1]
Room’s dark  no smoke, no mirrors.
Just a single bulb buzzin’ like it's tryna warn what’s nearer.
Got notebooks stacked like eviction slips,
Every page a moment I ain't supposed to admit.
See, I learned early: keep your silence in shape,
They only call it pain when it’s dressed like escape.
And I ain’t been “fine” since cassette tapes hissed,
Now I spit lines that feel like bricks through wrists.
I been cornered by thoughts that don’t even blink,
Chained to a voice that don’t flinch when I sink.
I ain’t pullin’ rabbits  I pull red flags,
Sew 'em in a jacket just to wear what I dragged.
You scroll for hope, I bled it in verses,
Carved every doubt out, rewrote the curses.
They want vibes, I give 'em scars with beats,
That hit like flashbacks under bedsheets.

[Verse 2]
I ain’t performin’  I’m unloadin’ a file,
Every word encrypted with a childhood trial.
They told me rhyme schemes sell better with bling,
So I brought nightmares dressed in sixteens.
I don’t flex chains  I flex coping mechanics,
Poured my grief in a flask and turned pain panoramic.
They thought I needed therapy  maybe I do,
But these beats let me scream where the silence grew.
I don't dance on stage  I shake with control,
Every punchline's buried in a trauma I stole.
You want hooks? Cool  here’s one in the jaw,
Now rewind that, scratch it, loop my flaws.
I’m not broken  I’m blueprintin’ the wreck,
Every failed dream’s a brick in my neck.
You chase charts  I chase the relief,
That maybe one verse’ll keep my pulse on beat.

[Verse 3]
There’s no magic in this, just muscle and mind,
Just a kid who learned rage makes a hell of a rhyme.
I never wrote spells  I wrote what I feared,
Till my verses became the map I steered.
I been screamin’ in silence since back of the class,
Now I spit truths dressed in razors and glass.
My notebook ain’t lyrics  it’s blood that dried,
A page for every time I got choked and lied.
You wanna know the trick? There ain’t none, friend.
This is pain wrapped in patience I won’t pretend.
You want beats to vibe? I got beats that bruise,
Every snare like the sound of another excuse.
So let the lights drop. Let the booth lock.
Let the DJ cut the loop on my thoughts.
And when the scratch hits, and the bassline swells 
You’ll swear you saw smoke…
But that’s just me raisin’ hell.

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Lyrics:

I wanted lore from the Lord so I read the Bible 
Balance on a beam we do it with eyes closed 
Always thought why even as a child 
You looking for the point it’s gonna take awhile 
Even as a child I was wiled wired mouth shut Nick shut your pie hole 
No one cares until someone dies don’t worry I’m not suicidal 
Turn the dial switch frequency this ain’t some suburban punk pussy eulogy 
Fuck if it comes do to you or me I’d usually skip out like truancy but I’m taking every shot I get because being Nizz ain’t new to me
Being this ain’t who I be but I’d rather miss a hit than die a bitch keep that between you and me 

Loving life who am I to complain saw me few years ago you would’ve bet I’d cobain 
Natural dopamine and serotonin back in my brain a product of the system a product of the game 
What was in my system Molly rocks, dope, perks and cocaine 
Now I’m sticking to a system and move with no shame 
If you really listen I put you on game but most don’t give a shit son that’s why I stay in my lane 
Oh you want me on some goofy shit, just keep an eye on your choosy bitch, I’d rather live a poor life than lie to be rich 
Might be as high as it gets, I talk to the Elohim the most high in this bitch 
Protected by the ruach hackodesh my body in the room but my mind intertwined with the most divinest of the flesh

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Tha God Fahim is legendary a emcee/producer from Atlanta, Ga who specializes in giving the listener a quality soulful experience through sound. Over a span of only a few years Tha God Fahim has managed to drop over 100+ projects making him one of the most prolific Hip-Hop artists of all times. Also having hundreds of collaborations with emcees an producers all throughout the world. His works consists of hardcore, reality based street poetry with a musical soundscape that even traditional hip-hop fans will come to love.
He first gained break through notoriety from a series of tapes frequently released which coined the phrase "Dump Gawd".

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