[Intro:]
Zaga now
Zaga na ga nah nah nahnow na nahnow...
Cob now
I said cob now
I said cob nowaaaahhh...
Yah lord lord
[Verse 1: Banish]
I move heads with lines, traffic outta the south
Kill and not ask'n questions later that's what we about
Done with shit I sit on the TV and watch the couch
Y'all should rap in the mirror and watch what comes outta your mouth
We the sickest Cali killahs I'll Without a doubt
You at the bottom of a pile at a hoarder's house
Sorta foul I breath desiese it's cold madness
Faggots should all rot in the closet like old jackets
Bitch's get it they half ta have it
Half of em tragic another forty five percent is pass'n off Magic
And they not Worthy dirty like a buried caskit
Trash and ask'n why I shot ya dogs, they bite'n rabid
Ride classics if we roll you gonna get it
Pull up in more bowties than a Nation of Islam mission
Enough bars ta build us a damn prison
No way outta what we movin that's Crooked and Ban spittin lissin
[Chorus: Beenie Man:]
Bad Man We Nah play
Make money everyday
Girls at mi feet
A ta mi them a pray
We run tings from New York to LA
So swagarific gyal change everyday
We Nah play
Cause we nah say
If a no stage show
Mi stay where mi deh
We run tings from LA ta JA
Play this one more time mi DJ hey
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Crooked's an animal run for your life when he spit it
I think in HD you riders just try ta be vivid
Radical intellectual, society's critic
When I retire my career I might try ta relive it
Ridiculous bitches they think I'm a lottery ticket
Accuse me of cheating I'm pimp'n I probably did it
I don't give a fuck that's my philosophy get it
A mix between Pac and Sakratees rockin a fitted
Nigga with a attitude Crooked I is Eazy
Mural on my four hookers look at my graffiti
So much candy paint the car got sugar diabetes
Gun under the seat my bullets ride beneath me
Shotta the loud mouth's are so silent
Never sleep on a beef I'm like no eyelids
Who's flows the flyest oh mine is
And don't forget Banish nigga, my co-pilot
[Chorus: Beenie Man]
Bad Man We Nah play
Make money everyday
Girls at mi feet
A ta mi them a pray
We run tings from New York to LA
So swagarific gyal change everyday
We Nah play
Cause we nah say
If a no stage show
Mi stay where mi deh
We run tings from LA ta JA
Play this one more time mi DJ hey
[Verse 3: Banish]
We CA like the 5 freeway all day
Not one of these fools dance'n act'n like kids that play
Funny style my suggestion is that you stay away
We run things from JA to LA everyday
Everybody say something from a keyboard
You could have Dirty and Pun in your squad and not be large
Or be hard I'm why the West bout ta be mad
Some of the realist in this state
Let us find you a pad
Pussy pop you then you bleed'n need more than a pad
Criminal scientist mad how I be locked in the lab
They advanced still outta touch like an old phone
Take they ice and cream and leave em under a cold stone
Well known if I clinch a fist I'm plenty pist
Bear in mind that I Instinctually grizzly this
Dizzy bitch grin'n wanted that blast on her back
That's when I smash her crack and splash before I dash and laugh
[Bridge: Beenie Man]
This is dangerous
Don't fuck around I'm serious
Diss me right now my gun will bust
And your friends dem body be pilling up
Beenie Man is a genius
My whole lifestyle luxurious
The phantom rolls royce mi drive it fas
And don't fuck around my gun will buss
Anyway
[Reef the Lost Cauze:]
Yup! A.O.T.P., JuJu Mob
Reef the Lost Cauze, Snowgoons, another class
This for all you hatin-ass bastards
This what I tell 'em nowadays
Yo, yo, from the city of Godless, Philly the hardest
It don't matter what I say they wouldn't kill me regardless
They say I'm a MC but really an artist
Simply DaVinci, peep your paint and draw it
But I'm not animated like a cartoon
My posessed work, spear your flesh like harpoon
All you, are now in tune, to the illest MC's
Try to mimic but don't sound as cool
How can you dupe a dummy, astound a fool
Spit so much, you will drown in drool
You're a bunch of clowns and coons that'll get found in dunes
A plastic hammer, basically a childish tool
You wild as who; I defile your crew
You must be trippin like a thousand 'shrooms - I'm the truth
You're the lie in the flesh, I put tires to neck
They describe you as sex, I'm as live as it gets
PUSSY~! Stop gettin your words tangled
Fuck around and just get your whole earth mangled
You be the first strangled, I come to your show
Beat you down and then kill it at your merch table
[Chorus:]
You can hate all you want, you will never beat it
You can fake all you want, you will never beat it
You can wait all you want, you will never see it
You talk a lot of shit, but you ain't never mean it
You starvin out here dawg, you are never eatin
I'm walkin out here dawg, we are never leavin
You hold a gun and get chunked, you will never squeeze it
I had a gun all my life, and I ain't never need it
[Reef the Lost Cauze:]
I walk a strip that's narrow with a clique of pharoahs
Splits fifths and barrels in sick apparel
Kids is scarecrows
I roll with Snowgoons and they don't sing Christmas carols
No Frosty or Rudolph, you awfully and too soft
You fuckin SUCK, you lost me at two bars
All I got in this world, a word and two balls
I'm in the wilderness, spitting moose calls
I am vermouth raw, you're a goofball
That's why no one knows who the fuck you are
I don't own a new car, I'm too far ahead of the traffic
I'm beheadin you bastards
With the most majestic of magic, well not really
But you all gettin your ass kicked
I spit battle raps to no one in particular
Just to do it and to remind MC's that I'm I'll as fuck
The killer cause, with a killer buzz
I'm high, plus on the streets I got a killer buzz
Copped your CD I feel you cause, it's feeler music
Now I know what they mean by filler, what
[Chorus]
[Reef:]
Never, never, no, never
Never, never
Snowgoons, Reef the Lost Cauze
We got another one
This need to be the fuckin, lead-off single and shit with the video
F'real, y'understand
Ain't nobody fuckin with this man, you know that
HAHAHA, I'm just playin - well not really
[Intro:]
There is a price to pay for everything you gain.
[Verse 1:]
Deutschland Deutschland, raise your hand
I'm the poor 'casian, man tan more land
White man steal your land, Harry Callahan
Calibre cannon in my hand, shatter your man
Ran, splatter your man, damn, this right hand land
I'm Chuck Zito, Van Damme, do a full split
No bullshit once you get hit
Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads if you strict catholic
You're Arabic, King of Nazareth
I'm John Huston, listen to the maverick
Hip hop historian and an analyst
Y'all could just have a list, I'm Paul Kersey in this
Death written, hungry and thirsty, no mercy in this
Rugged Man, I'm the man and the myth
In the Hall of Fame like Antonio Hardy and James [? ] Smith
DJ illegal, leave you in the position that's fetal
Crawling back in your mom's womb like, "Bitch make room! "
[Chorus: x2]
Hey yo hold up, click clack we make you fold up
Savage, Rugged leave you worn with a swollen mug
Now peep game, you hate, you get no love
So put your drink in the air and toast up
[Verse 2:]
Reservoir Dog, switch cannons when I lick off
Toe tag, stiff in the morgue, even the score
Blow weed, chief out the bong ready for war
Weapons are drawn, leave the scent of death on your lawn
One false step and you're gone, the shit that I'm on
Ring the alarm, pistol whip, pump in my palm
You trapped in a storm, travelled to depths and beyond
Back to the essence, Pharaoh [? ] live long
Squeezed till the barrel blew screaming fuck them all
Murder massacre disaster, [? ] piece to your dome
Hoodied up, black mask and I'm cruising your home
But a [? ] die alone in these streets I roam
Vocabulary in it's deadliest form
We'll attack you walking the street, speak on the phone
I walk the block with a [? ], real to the bone
Till the sun burned out or my flesh is gone, motherfuckers
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Ain't no one out here abut to stop my shine
I got more eyes in the hood than the crime watch eyes
Keep me aware of the snakes and their sideways grind
Run their mouth, they go south before it's migrate time
No matter your religion you can't run up on the god
Brain hit your skull while you stumble with your squad
Treat my music like life, you can't front if it's hard
When I heard life's a bitch I was done with the broad
And I'm down to pimp a dick bitch, 100 abroad
You're my bottom bitch, swallow dick, cum for a yard
I stay on the block like twenty-one dots, homes
Ahk think he hot but he's rocking a costume
He say he's from the hood but his pops got a [? ]
My life on the beat, put my soul in the song too
The sickest on the mic since AIDS outreach night
Seen more deaths in the night than a light from pipebomb
[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Make way for the number one independent
Buck said duck, hold it down and I meant it
Two thousand and now, the year I invented
How to get a label, the majors you all ended
Pretended you had them pre-sales locked
W-w-w-dot plotting, that stopped
Flop out the flock, had to cause a shock
[? ] unorthodox
Ain't nobody at the top like nah you can't rock and roll
That's where it gets out of control
Oh, everybody got a sight, everybody gotta fight
[? ] but not a soul, not at all
You don't gotta ask me no more now
Next time we meet just say, "Buck, hello."
You know? Cause it's too much info available
Nowadays you got a tape from [? ]
Wait, they don't even do that now
Go to my site and upload your mp3 file
A'ight? Next time you want to learn more
Why I'm so independent, first of all brother I earn more
[Chorus:]
I suggest our respect, you give us or give up
Like I suggest
Okay, so next time you wanna learn about this rap game ask me
I suggest our respect, you give us or give up
Like I suggest
Okay, so next time you wanna learn about this rap game ask me
Can I put you on? Son, you put em on
Can I put you on? Son, you put em on
Can I put em on? Son, you put em on
Cause them other dudes talking that shit that's wrong
[Verse 2: Reef The Lost Cauze]
It's the killer sling crack shows smoking the Castro
Frosty the Flowman made from black snow
With no carrot nose, blood from a [? ] froze
Reef The Lost Cauze is the name, who cares to know?
[? ] see ever my [? ]
Make crime rates migrate to different climates
Inhabit your habitat, I am a battle axe
Dipped in [? ] to the scene till your cabbage cracked
Make you do the running man, yeah the cabbage patch
Where that cabbage at? Never [? ] sacks
Give me bubble kush, motherfucker look
It's Buckshot and Kamach, motherfucker hook
I ain't the one for the dumb shit, no fucking crook
Put down the gun son, read a fucking book
I recommend you start simple like Dr. Seuss
You say you better than Cauze it's just not the truth
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chief Kamachi]
Yo international, hip hop is my interpreter
Galaxies beyond my sound blast from a [? ]
I'm the dot in the center of a symbol that's circular
Too deep religion of the streets still converting you
Slaves y'all worship the cell
Too much for family to visit plus they're restricting our mail
Besides our own freedom they take our children's as well
Medicine and mind games, ain't no healing in Hell
Temporary thing, our people still will prevail
Look at our history, please acknowledge the [? ]
Last time you seen a book you was booked up in jail
Don't read too much, life is a story to tell
[? ] music how I [? ] dollars [? ]
Mystery schools laugh at diplomas from Yale
Back on the Ivory Coast where our great merchants will sell
[? ] corner stores the [? ] where we purchase our els
[Intro: Side Effect]
Man, you got cats that you know do a lil of this
Got cats that do that, but this is how we do it
Side Effect, Stress, Snowgoons, let's go, yo
[Chorus: Side Effect]
They all come and go, I seen it all befo
They tell you what they heard, I'll tell you what I know
Just from my swagga, you can tell I ain't no phony rapper
Watch me tear this bitch down-Knockatomi Plaza
They all come and go, I seen it all befo
The difference is they tell you what they heard, I'll tell you what I know
Just from my swagga, you can tell I ain't no phony rapper
Side Effect and Snowgoons, Knockatomi Plaza
[Side Effect:]
Yeah, I smoked a lil bit back when I was jobless
Popped in a listerine strip and passed the swab test
Pitiful, hypocritical, some say
Strip club on Saturday night, Church on Sunday
Philly murder rate is off the hook, it's so nuts
Youngbuls poppin' cops up in the Dunking Donuts
I used to go in there and not expect to see blood
Meagan use to work in there she hooked me with free grub
In my alley I hear people bust their gat off
My street is littered with trash and Lotto scratch-off's
No winners, all losers
I'm even playin', prayin', for the day that I can go and call up the movers
Yo, my cousin got caught, hustlin' by the FEDS
It's a different 'tween quittin' and quittin' while you ahead
New Jacks tryin' to do the same things
Nino done Philly the City of Gangstaz
Just wait till the Casino's come
[Chorus: Side Effect]
[Side Effect:]
Yo, I'm from Philly, the City that's so gritty and raw
Where before we say our name we always say the word "bul"
This the bul Side Effect, sharp as a knife always stickin' out
With over 30 years of real life shit to spit about
Whole truth and nothin' but the truth, you can't deny me
Even if you neva met me you would still recognize me
Cause I'm so real, emotional rap that you can feel
I hug the mic the same way B.B. King hugged Lucille
Bare with me, I'm a work in progress
None the less I got my knee up ya neck and I won't let up the pressure
Cause soon you gon' realize, you need me, no avoidin'
Cause the cure for the snake bite is made from the poison
Spit venom over tight loops and terrorize it
That'll make you turn ya mic booth into a prayer closet
Realize I'm a marketing genius with this rap shit
I sell the same products I just know how to re-package it
[Chorus: Side Effect]
[Side Effect:]
Ayo my name rang Liberty bells in every hood
From Philly I write street literature like Teri Woods
This is Terrence Wood, no relation
Watch the company I keep cause of association
Brings on participation
Rhymes I spit receive full paid scholarships
To the most prestigious Black Universities
Majoring in Mic Circuitry and Emcee Surgery
Heard of me being taken out verbally that's absurdity
Seth Brundle flow, always on that fly shit
Me and mics we like dogs and fire hydrants
Attractions un-avoidable; it's definitely a sight to see
I've met a lot of mean rappers none of them is nice as me
I will sign you, neva release you
Bind you to a contract, make you regret you eva tried to...
Rhyme in the first place, you bore us
Your wack ass verses are just devices used to space out your chorus
[Edo G:]
Edo G, Snowgoons Stupid!
(I don't believe nuttin' you say) [Erick Sermon:] (Ain't Nuttin You can say to me)
[Erick Sermon:] (So I am keep it like this anyway)
[Jedi Mind Tricks:] (Can't understand the language of rap for bad lyrics)
(I don't believe nuttin' you say) [Erick Sermon:] (Ain't Nuttin You can say to me)
[Erick Sermon:] (So I am keep it like this anyway)
[Jedi Mind Tricks:] (Can't understand the language of rap for bad lyrics)
[Verse 1: Edo G]
Disconnect, disrespect, disinfect
Diss your set, diss your threat
Miss your step then you wish you slapped
You ain't hard enough to be disarec [? ]
Fire and the hits direct
Hightec ride on an automotive like a sky tec
On stage bring the live set
On page doin shit you ain't tried yet
Been caged to got my mind set and raged with styles you ain't find yet
I blaze for miles know how to rhyme get
Up mountains that you ain't climbed yet I timed it
Cause you need to be reminded, blinded, criminal minded
Lookin for a star like mine you can't find it
Even if you are landed with conlet
I got the fly shit call me the pilot
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 2: Edo G]
Stage your business
I'm takin prisoners
Breaking visitors for all the shady listeners
Hate particulars ain't no sticky-less
Labels diggin us on the streets they're so quick to bust
I ain´t guess jam do there us
We do to them what they do to us
Who's to trust
The future's us would you discuss
In a car train plane or do the bus
You used to use hiphop
Now it's using us
Confusing us abusing us
Doze en masse you see the self defence
Or you chose to bust
I smell bullshit I gotta nose to bust
And I don't rap about the frozen stuff
You're posing tuffs
Down low I'm postin up
Your toast is up
You're too scared to get close to us
(I don't believe nuttin' you say) [Erick Sermon:] (Ain't Nuttin You can say to me)
[Erick Sermon:] (So I am keep it like this anyway)
[Jedi Mind Tricks:] (Can't understand the language of rap for bad lyrics)
[Erick Sermon:] (Make sure this song gets played)
[Jedi Mind Tricks:] (That's the right of dogs that keep it wild hot)
[Fat Joe:] (If you think you can hang)
[Milk Dee of Audio Two:] (What more can I say)
I spit fire when I jump in the booth
Straight arsonist, I'm highly marketed to the underground, it's targeted
Rhymes get better with time, I put my heart in it
Don't swine when I dine but this microphone I'm hogging it
Twenty-two days on the road, lifestyle out of control
Like a baker I'm getting this dough
Another country, another ho, more drama
In the hotel killing that bush like Osama
Punch and the Snowgoons, we keep the crowd moving
The hottest, we not losing, we don't give a bumsen
Choosing to be the Scheiße, we all riding
Your rap career the reason the rap game's dying
Don't knock brothers, we hustle with block huggers
My niggas coming for that head like a cocksucker
All wack ass rappers we straight riding
Go against the Road Warriors and you're dying
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smoulder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
We burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smoulder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Yo Sadat X, me and [?] connect
The Goons and [?] balloons [?] come at your neck most direct
A major problem that your department cannot correct
You're sick as heck, the black David Berkowitz
I roam the set, comb the stretch for known threats
Uphold the rep, the chosen vets compose a sketch for swollen cheques yes
[?] sit inside a folder on my desk
So you best, the pony express [?]
It's wordless so each word is curved liked an S
Get strangled till your last word float off your last breath
You're lower than earthworms come out of dead flesh
At the venue extra fresh on the [?] signing breasts
Every ghetto, every city, every borough, every hood
It's all just unwritten, everybody understood
And think you're sweet if you can like Little Engine That Could
Hit the road and flood the engine Warriors hey yo what's good
Splash fest, splash on her chest, stain up her yes
The cowboy range is the world
Get drunk, see [?]
Mom you not safe, [?] said I just [?]
One to the nozzle, cash rule everything around me
Dude wanna pound me [?]
I drink off the vine man, might stay in the Rhineland
With Ana and Gretta, she touched me, I let her
Many moves, Snowgoons, snobodies, you're all funny moneys
To bills with George face, see the Benz [?] same in the sky
The apple of my mama eye, I get high [?]
Of course Atlanta gonna burn, I holla and she don't say a word
Play the odds, how the fuck you gonna play the gods?
Understand the cowboy rides alone
(feat. O.C., Rasco, Reef the Lost Cauze, Wordsworth)
[O.C.:]
Snowgoons... one two
Heheahahaha, uhh
Yeah? Yeah...
Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five
While two double oh-six is here
My energy be for all to accept and hear
I'm not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game, won't refrain
O.C., speak my mind cause I ain't no lame
Never defendin, creates my own lane
Long live the saga, with a clear slate clear head these days
Works for hire, possible if I'm prepaid
Welcome me back, give a toast to my libido flow
Similar to sex spurnt from my urethra
Friction, give off heat like a fever
Good lucks for those who wish, I don't need it
Much to my amazement, or should I say that I'm not surprised
I still reside in the basement
Wits and charm is what bless this tongue
Along with the mindstate for me to write these songs
[Chorus: O.C. + Wordsworth]
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin for me
This ain't another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
[Reef the Lost Cauze:]
Dead in the middle of Germany, puffin herbally
Observe me as I absurdably murder beats verbally to the third degree
I ain't no nerd or freak, I'm the word, the streak
That works Shareef, peace, nice to meet
I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash
Your shit is whack, it's trash, I just have to ask
You just playin right? You can't be tryin
I'll blow you the fuck away like a dandelion
Be a man c'mon now, you can't be cryin
My next album six figures or I shan't be signin
I'm so independent I'll GO independent
Get dough independent, I SMOKE independents~!
The most mentally ill, so gifted and real, the spit that can kill
Pick up the mic it's like I lift up the steel
Aim it at your temple, now how that feel?
It hurts like a motherfucker don't it? Now bow down and kneel
[Chorus]
[Rasco:]
Look, yo
Man I'm back for it, it's the black poet
Sit down spit rhymes just to get the stacks flowin
You cats ain't knowin, man I'm back for revenge
The real shit, never had to pretend
Shatter your shins, nigga go and gather your ends
Call your friends, forgivin you for all your sins
It all begins, right here, makin it quite clear
It's twenty-oh-six, make sure it's the right year
To your right ear, or your left lobe
Still swingin hard, then watch a nigga's chest fold
Get this dress code, I spit the best flows
No cat better than Ras to stack cheddar
You all falsetto with no bass and no taste
Bring it to you live at sunrise at yo' place
I give 'em no space, we on a dough chase
Niggaz can't get it cause they movin at a slow pace
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Yeah, Dick Swan in the building
Yo, I light up the jar under the light of the stars
And write a few bars until the silence dissolves
Contemplatin' if I'm right or I'm wrong
For dedicatin' most my time to holdin' mics in my palm
My dream has been life long
And though the finish line is still outta sight within my plight I fight on
And I ain't singin' no sob stories of sad songs
I stick to tellin' the total truth and that's all
It's ironic when your rap's best thing
And yet somehow your career is still fledglin'
That's my predicament and it's perplexin'
But instead of sweatin' it I just keep progressin'
While waitin' for the stars to align
In a moment in time when it's my moment to shine
But until then I keep my eyes on the prize
And try to survive night-after-night goin' for mine
Because...
"In a matter, of a moment lost till the end of time"
(It only takes a moment)
"It's the evening of another day and the end of mine"
(For your life to fly by)
"In a matter, of a moment lost till the end of time"
(It only takes a moment)
"It's the evening of another day and the end of mine"
(Just to find you're outta time)
And every evening at the end of another day
I'm buckin' the system tryin' to figure out another way
And budget what I gotta pay to phone a lifeline
Hope rainy days don't last my whole lifetime (Please!)
That's why the moonlight is mine
When the moon starts to shine a feelin' moves up my spine
Yeah, I stay in tune with the shadows
Lone trooper on the road less traveled
Lone wolf, sole controller, only soldier still in the battle
Only slave on the boat who's really rowin' his paddle
Still I sit in the saddle and dip from the hassles
Others get rattled and just dibble and dabble
I think bigger, connectin' the dots on the big picture
Like identifyin' the 'Big Dipper'
Fueled by haters' comments
And one day I promise that I'll light up the sky like Haley's Comet
I hope the struggle don't murder me
Before I find out how many people heard of V from Jersey to Germany
And yeah, I try to act fine as though all is well
But at times I feel like the snowball in hell
I'm tryin' to find my way, that's why it's all grunt work
Got no time for play, no time for games
So while my time remains I won't wait like a time delay
I say what I mean and mean what I say
Chasin' dreams night-by-night and day-after-day
I met a broad at the titty bar
Called 'Starlight' because her eyes twinkled like little stars
She had a smile that could shine for a million years
I told her I got a trail of a trillion tears
Ask if she could help me make it disappear
Born out of necessity
One day on a cold winter's night
Was born the ice man
Cymarshall Law, Snow goons
I'm cold as ice you know I'm nice
There's not a chance that when you roll them dice you better go to Christ
But I'm holding mics my pen panda stroll like dolo mice
If papa got your back that chewie when Han solo fights
Since I was a kiddie young professor and stole them bikes
I took no advice and said that I was gonna own my life
A great game takes sacrifice I know the price
Don't show what hurts caus some will think I got a solo vice
Rap boss flow colder than Jack Frost
Don't act lost just take notes from this strapped cause
Wrap my arm as I'm leaving to travel
And learn how to stay calm in the heat of the battle
If you're a thinker then you'll know laws a ninja
And my foes fall like the thought of winter
This is hip-hop grafted with skill
The iceman made it for you to chill
I'll never loose my cool, it's the Iceman
I'm a always be fresh, it's the Iceman
The one you just can't phase, it's the Iceman
Everybody claiming John blazed on ice man
And I came through the storm, it's the Iceman
But I still remain strong, it's the Iceman
I got the right plan never can I can
Make everybody say Iceman
The evilness in this track will make the heavens gates close and the tabernacles crack
It's my season ace a never leave a beat to waste
When rappers see my face they always freeze in place
To see what I can do I'm on point like an icicle
I spin kick like bicycle this shit I write for you
Blows in heads and bump diss to the coldest stare
You know my ways I stare at you with a frozen gaze
I mean rain sweet house know
When I fail no, break no, caus I got a great flow
Ever since I was a little kid who used to taste no
But these scrawny dude all be acting like they ain't know
I'm unaffected last time I checked it
Law and Snowgoons ya'll show toons can get the exit
Step quick you don't rep shit you ain't respected
They call me iceman caus no ones as fresh as me
Ya'll get high and stale I'm in the game for long jerody
DJ's play that wax and ya'll keep creating raps
Snowgoons is like Bigfoot the way they be making tracks
Listen Marshal never wear that cut cookie saw
That's so cold brothers gotta put a hoodie on
Simply coulda thrown on gloves too
I make songs ice cold bitches wanna fuck to
Mic check one two
Watch what I come through
[Verse 1:]
I'm in the pitch black with midnight marauder
Play it low but I will kidnap your daughter
I take what's mine, I don't wait around for any offers
Fresh off a world tour like I just ran for office
I'm on some Jedi Mind shit, this is brain slaughter
Insane author, publisher and paint torture
Never be a ghost, remain in my physical form
Go to war with anybody, this is Desert Storm
You never catch me talking shit on a message forum
But if your man got words I got a message for him
Official pistol lifts you, slip yo, rip through bone tissue
Twist you, separate your fucking nerves when the chrome hits you
So if you got grown issues then state your biz
You got beef? Then claim it, don't say that it's his
You got faith in God? Then pray that you live
You like to walk with the Devil? Then [? ] it is
You pick your poison, I'll sip a potion and spit an ocean
Keep your neck inside my palm and watch me rip it open
You bitches hoping the barrel smoking will get me choking
But I'm a goon by blood, that shit'll get me focused
[Chorus:]
If you insane in the membrane waving an M16 with a beam
Get your money up
If you got beef and reach where you eat and you sleep
Niggas deep when they creep
Get your gully up
If you a soldier, a rider provider, and ride for the cause, you the boss
Get your money up
If you're insane full of rage with a gauge still trapped in a cage all day
Get your gully up
[Verse 2:]
If I push snow at the Snowgoons it wouldn't be illegal
Would Illegal come through with more goons and the Desert Eagles
My people be shovelling bodies right up off the sidewalk
All of the above my nigga, let's get these [? ] off
Never the type to see beef and slide off
Only happened once, they tried to cut my life short
But now I'm thirty-one with a dirty gun
Four kids deep, I dare you niggas to hurt just one
One is enough to get your cranium cracked
I bulldoze like? range with a bat
I came for the cash and I ain't leaving broke now
My gasmask is made of glass bitch I'm focused now
Warchild more foul, I'm caving your gums in
More wild Trojan Horse style, trample gunmen
Nigga and my dungeon filthy
[? ] knowing motherfuckers is guilty
In a courtroom with a pitchfork and a spoon
Feasting off all the blood that was [? ] in the womb
Orbit the moon, I'm [? ] with a torch in your tomb
Cremating your soul, hope they choke off the fumes
[Verse 1: E Flash]
Money over everything, if that isn't the case then I'm gunning let the semi sting
Or I let the German sing, Luger eats you like Burger King
No, I ain't a killer but better murder things
Setting up a burglary, locksmith will pop your shit
Big O will pop your lip, beat it and then hop the whip
Tell me who's as hot as this, I never heard of him
My young boys who play with them toys will probably murder them
Serena Williams serving nerd boys we're herbing them
Guaranteed the shorties you dream about berserking them
Snowgoons we're merging the full moon and twilight
N.B.S. will merge like King James with highlights
? smoking the grape dutch, the high life
Sidearm? me nigga we call it sideswipe
Eyes white no cousin my eyes red
Dead serious, my mother will tell you I'm about bread
[Chorus:]
Africa, Antarctica will rock with ya
South and North America we're repping ya
Asia, Europe, Australia we're feeling ya
Straight crack music and piss is what we're dealing ya
Illegal and Det team with the vets
N.B.S. Snowgoons getting cream in the flesh
The whole globe stand up, Sicknature what up
Getting paper, put em up, that's major, put em up
[Verse 2: Slaine]
Yo I don't feel the need to be filled with greed
But watch out now, this is how I kill the beef
Heart racing, spilled this beat out the bag
Grew the flower, killed the weed
Blew the powder, grew my power with the will of my speech
My oxygen and weed smoke, toxins are filling my cheeks
Boxing you to sleep like Oxycontin I'm a villainous thief
Superstar international but I'm still in the streets
From the east for peace to the west until my will is deceased
I just chewed another motherfucking pill in my teeth
Every word is a murderous speech
I'm that real, rappers heard in the streets
Born in the dirt and the grease
Homie I'm homicidal, I bust a nut inside your momma's Bible
I'll probably lie to your face, God is my rival
I was never scared, I'm armed for survival
You can get killed from a bullet from the rifle
[Chorus:]
Africa, Antarctica will rock with ya
South and North America we're repping ya
Asia, Europe, Australia we're feeling ya
The big bang will leave you slain, we're killing ya
Illegal and Det team with the vets
N.B.S. Snowgoons getting cream in the flesh
The whole globe stand up, Sicknature what up
Get paper, put em up, that's major, put em up
[Verse 3: V Knuckles]
We're Snowgoons, we blow fumes
It's Knuckles, when I die they gonna ride and bury me in a gold tomb
For more food I sold boom
Old school, my foes loose seeing me is like seeing a cold June
Hot July heat, my flow will fry fleas
Guys weep, me and my cousin, that could be five deep
When Vi speaks my mind reeks
The high chief only conduct the ceremony over live beats
Dime freaks on my sheets, you know the steez
N.B.S. you know the Gs, Snowgoons we overseas
Cross my heart, no rosaries
I shouldered these, I get stacked with these sick raps, I got a flow disease
Been ahead of my time before I go to sea
Any nigga singing to the Ds is ahold of me
Ask the older Gs, the vets run the whole scene
Play your team down like codeine, we getting more cream
[Chorus:]
Africa, Antarctica will rock with ya
South and North America we're repping ya
Asia, Europe, Australia we're feeling ya
Straight crack music and piss we're dealing ya
Illegal and Det team with the vets
N.B.S. Snowgoons getting cream in the flesh
The whole globe stand up, Sicknature what up
[Intro:]
Yo it's fucking cold out here. It's the fucking coldest winter ever this year.
[Chorus:]
I been doing this for years, can't stop me it's my time
Paying dues, shedding tears, a must that I shine
How must did I climb? Enough abused time
My views, my struggle, my stress, my rhyme
[Verse 1:]
I done been through the struggle and stress
Twenty-three years of having nothing
No money, felt the pain inside my chest
Smoking cigarettes, my whole family is slowly dying
So as soon as I get rich me and my bitch is multiplying
Dropping science in my seed, get money don't spread the greed
Built degrees, keep your mind at 360
I bomb quickly on any shadows trying to stop the shine
Best believe if it comes down to it I'll bust a shot for mine
I bust a lot of rhymes and keep the stress off my mind
And keep the hip hop heads flipping tripping, pressing rewind
I'm designed to rip the track up, all haters back up
You get me vexed, you get wrecked with the force of a Mack trucks
I ain't playing, music's my motherfucking life
And to get where I'm trying to go I'm willing to sacrifice
I spent many nights getting twisted glancing the city light
A pity right? Still broke rocking the show with shitty mics
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
I can't be stopped like Armageddon, Heaven's not where I'm headed
This life is pathetic, create more stress than a headache
On an empty stomach I plummet, put bullets in my brain
Good thing it was a thought but I still feel the pain, still feel the rain
My whole family close [? ], we broke and half my uncles and cousins are hooked on dope
Fuck it, I'm staying out for self until I get the wealth
Until I'm felt, until my album is flying off the shelf
Respect that I earn, collecting rap money to burn
I've been waiting in line for the mic, it's my fucking turn
I can see the light, I smash forth on this crash course
Trying to get out the country but can't afford a passport
My last resort is ripping mics over beats
Or I'm putting your friends and family in danger running the streets
I'm coming with heat and I ain't talking about guns
It's my time to shine, I descended straight from the sun
It's I'll Bill the abominable, I'm sicker than vomit in food
Osama Bin Laden of goons, you're all mine to abuse
You don't overstand me, homie, you not in my shoes
You not built for these weapons I use
The most focused, La Coka Nostra overthrow culture
Murder monarchs, overdosage of my murder mosh parts
Hard like hitting cars with bazookas
Been the future, crucial manoeuvres confusing to the usual consumers
Who you fooling? The people are restless
You're like a Judas Priest molester being castrated screaming for vengeance
At the cathedral bleeding appendages rendered offensive
Medical attention denied, you bled and you died
Nowadays kids pose on the front page of the newspaper
Holding automatic assault rifles
We'll send you to God, we're all lifers
Contradictory at times we all devils and we all righteous
Hey young world, streets are cold
They're washed in blood, not paved in gold
Once they get a grip can't break your hold
A walk with the devil can't save your soul
We be everywhere like air
Every year you should see me
Industry in the streets, anywhere but your TV
This little attempted murder case couldn't keep me
I still be oas like Blood graffiti
Put a Decept to death, don't get it twisted
[? ] cause I look so good in it, go get your cuit, bitches
If you don't like it or love it, ain't gotta like it, I love it
We can fight, I like punching you niggas' lights out in public
The sight of a lot of your blood's like a stop sign
And when I'm done I'm like, "Ugh, fucked up my Nike Ones."
It's Mr. Monster, Mad Rocco, pop toast
Pop ex and finger pop hoes at the same time, homes
Worldwide boot camp your champion
[? ] in charge of them cannons
[? ] animals with the flammables
While y'all niggas all romantical bitches
Hey young world, streets are cold
They're washed in blood, not paved in gold
Once they get a grip can't break your hold
A walk with the devil can't save your soul
In the cauldron of chaos and violence I'm conditioned with this vicious habit
Broken dishes, liquor bottles in my kitchen cabinet
Empty baggies, pill residue, prescription plastic
You're witnessing the withdrawal of a twitching addict
These streets is like a twisted labyrinth
I'm dripping liquid in the glass, pour it from the bottom of a fifth of Havoc
In the midst of madness I switched it and spat it
Quick paper dripping and lyrics scrawled cryptic and scattered
I write, I'm alright, it's just savage, hustling and switching rackets
So I can stay a step ahead of all you snitching maggots
Of course I'm shooting to live rich and lavish
But your outfit ain't about shit, we're cut from a different fabric
The sin is addict, it's cinematic, I been erratic
Since I heard the corner call and went and had a glimpse
I hopped the fence and hit the ground running when I fell
Now I dwell in purgatory just a block away from Hell
Hey young world, streets are cold
They're washed in blood, not paved in gold
Once they get a grip can't break your hold
A walk with the devil can't save your soul
I keep fighting war, I keep writing raw
Classic shit updated, Street Fighter 4
You a sucker for love that keep wife and whores
Drive an Acura Integra, so '94
I'm so shiny boy you can look at your watch
Don't look too long duke, you might get shot
Gun blast, bullets rubbing your bones
Shoot a guy in a suit and tie, nigga, I am Brother Mouzone P!
Ain't nobody fucking with mine
David Patterson can't see so you know we rob the government blind
Stuck in the grind, niggas still hustling dimes
Hustling dimes, duke I get you stuck for your shine
Rugged is prime, you are a thing of the past
[Chorus:]
Top notch players, rhyme sayers
Nigga we don't do favours, you gotta pay us
Ten thousand (more), twenty thousand (more)
Thumbing through hundreds, can't stop counting
Drug money (drugs), ho money (hos)
Whatever as long as it's your money
Get off my corner, this grow money
You can't sell around here, you get no money
[Verse 1:]
Fuck a- ah
I was told to walk with Jesus, I spark with the heaters
I talk to the non-believers through the speakers
Either get in line or get low
I get in shorty's mind, turn a square into a ho
I fuck with real players that sniff blow and get dough
Turned from a rapper to a pimp, I'm a schizo
Superman without the krypto, you get no love
I tip toe let the fifth blow slugs
I put mink on the rug, 'chilla on my back
My hand around her throat till she deliver me a stack
Where my real niggas at?
I figure that my fanbase push Cadillacs, nothin but MACs
Weight holders and money folders surrounded by soldiers
I never sober cause I know I ain't living to be much older
I'm so colder, you're so over
My flow's nova, you're like the dirt on my shoulder
Brush it off
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Sauce Money, mum's the word, I just come to serve
All of a hundred birds
You run with herbs, my thugs elite
Hold your block down, when I squeeze you hug the street
All that ride talk'll get you is homicide chalk
And candles when you kiss that sidewalk
I'm a don with a plan that disappears at night like Akon with a tan
Stacks in the palm of my hand
Competition wishing they me
I did in one hour what took them till day three
Nigga my fan base is the AC
[?] I taste lately, money make me feel like I'm 8'3"
Sitting on cash is how you pay me
There's no wonder that you feel that you ain't me
[Verse 1: Torae]
Yo off the bottom of the block
Still on my grizzly cause the grind never stops
Still getting busy till the day I make it pop
Niggas got it locked but we're not gonna crack
And it's gonna be that ready rock
Watch, listen, and learn
Nigga been patient, been waiting for my turn
Nigga been fire, drop, touch it and you burn
That's a general warning to whom it may concern
Music is returned to the roots and the essence
Went from star student to the dude teaching lessons
Me and Skyzoo in the groove is a blessing
Backed by Snowgoons, nigga who wanna f me?
Lose off the [?] trip to [?]
When I put bars to beats that's some next shit
Rest of y'all retreat, the head hit the exit
Lyrics was remiss but I'm hear to prove it won't go on like this motherfucker
[Chorus:]
I can't go on like this
So I put the pen to the paper, push the joint properly
And make sure it's major and look what I made ya
I can't go on like this
So I put the pen to the paper, push the joint properly
And make sure it's major and look what I made ya
[Verse 2: Skyzoo]
My ink pen is still the same so if you feel a change
It's probably because you listened and had a different frame
It's either that or I'm signalling in a bigger lane
I say it's both so getting it is a bigger claim
Few did it, most don't but I don't feel that way
And if I do it's with a crown and a singer's reign
The cut quota, grew up with cut grodas
Smelled it in the hall whenever they cut soda
Whoever set the bar that was left to jump over
I did that but who woulda knew you could jump lower?
Now they poppin rocks to the flow and I don't fault em
If I was you then I would too so when I talk I might off them
Try to go easy, they want me to repeat
I wanna leave em alone but they need me
No dumbing down so in order to come around
You need a listener's approach to see what I'm pumping out
Yo Avatar, battlescars connect with the [?] souls
Let out roar and destroy vehicles
I kick tanks, swallow rockets
Swat helicopters, kill [?] then cop it all
Trooper hero trained different
[?] with [?] tied to my back frame different
My brain different, move objects with it
Gun cocked back, blow your brain out of your fitted
You gotta be kidding, your body be missing
Cut in fragments Alucard land on your lawn, I ride dragons
Slash mirror blades slice through armour
Monster of technique Shaolin vs Lama
Conquer, move onto the next planet
Cause panic, cause damage, vanish
[?] body burst to gases
Cyclops with flames that turn to ashes
I see em coming from afar but you can tell they ain't ready for war
Stepping up to these bodies stuck in shells, they ain't ready for war
They don't know we about to give em hell, they ain't ready for war
Guts, they ain't ready for war
Glory, they ain't ready for war
Victory
Wondering how their kingdom fell, they ain't ready for war
Revolution, uprising and rebel, they ain't ready for war
They don't know we about to give em hell, they ain't ready for war
Guts, they ain't ready for war
Glory, they ain't ready for war
Victory
[?] drop a [?] propaganda
The cam records but can't record this
Off the decibel charts, wrestle with sharks
Hospital in-patient, I'm impatient for our turn, stars turn like God armour
Under the godfather the car's compartment was bombarded by Irish carbombing
The false prophet [?] topic
Robotics I snort objects that shot out more objects
Rules of conscience broke down by [?]
[?] no doubt drug [?] are never sold out
On the downlow we drop like Dow Jones
Out for calzones like Al Capone
[?] crowd control [?] bound to [?] of gold around the throne down the road
I'll surround your soul till it erodes until a cloud of smoke
I'm on fire, grab the extinguisher, minister wi-fi sinister
Shatter dreams, spirits lift become drifters
Sledgehammer [?] both hands
[?] diagnostic to catalogue, I smash the monologue
Dialogue finish a killer epilogue, twist the fist up
[?] trips up clash of the titans
With both cannons drawn on shitty paper
The word burn with no chaser
Human eraser, eagle [?]
Fluid in fashion and tailor made
I [?] rocking a pair of [?] shades taken the day of my death
Carry my own chalk
Investigative report show that I never been bought
My dirt is so squeaky clean
Banging my head [?] so crazy
It pays to be so smashing, intuition is laughing
Now how the fuck did this happen?
Creative Juices, Snowgoons collabo took the planet of madness
I'm a to kick this like gods atop of Mount Olympus
A lot of bitches try to bond to find a common interest
But I think it's probably best that you should mind your business
Cause even [?] can get stopped by your whole squad of ninjas
I sold you suckers to rapping god and I'm not religious
Select the poem, just wanna be left alone
Set the tone, stepping stone, Creative Juices forever
Others attempt to clone but even less is known
Surviving wars with no rules crushed planets to full moons
Dope tunes by Snowgoons resurrect us from old tombs
No ammo left so need the full strength of nanotech
Wrap ten fingers around your narrow neck
Till you can't breathe with ease
Squeeze, [?]
Smacking bitches, I draw soldiers like kids playing with action figures
[Verse 1: Dwell]
Yo you're like a [? ] mass hysteria, crash barriers
And mess up with that fly shit like aircraft carriers
Now who's inferior? Hearing my name in your area
Like the worms in your interior eating ya when they bury ya
Yo, worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
What that worm gone feel that when that worm go doubt?
Like the world don't see what the world don't need
You keep searching for your purpose, I'm just trying to breathe
Like to hell with five Mikes kid I'm ten Alis
I'm that anthrax blowing in that jihad breeze
I'm like the moment of atonement when you topple degrees
I'm Dwell, one of Third Kind, one of three MC's
I'm well aware that our survival is a primal disease
And that it rivals the revival [? ] climbing the trees
And yo I want to make a difference so I'm begging you please
Put the barrel to your temple, close your eyes and then squeeze
[Chorus x2]
Yo put the barrel to your temple, close your eyes and then squeeze
I'm Dwell, one of Third Kind, one of three MC's
I'm well aware that our survival is a primal disease
So put the barrel to your temple, close your eyes and then squeeze
[Verse 2: Fat Boi]
Suicide, it's a suicide, the type to never talk about us
Yo we sent them aside
I'm like Jekyll and Hyde anger aged like bottled wine
Dealing pot like a banger in the drive-bys
Or disguised like America's terrorists ties
How I die is just a question through living we're sniffing lines
The gossip and lies dead in my eyes like [? ]
Burning inside like lye between a hooker's thighs
I feel paralyzed in the fahrenheit of nuclear genocide
A child's face covered with flies
Criminal minds with political ties
Subliminal knives cripple crack fiends
Side-tipping triple beams
Visualize the infant screams of aborted seeds
Ripped from the womb to form this [? ]
My eyes can't believe this world I seen
I put the barrel to my temple, close my eyes and then squeeze
[Chorus:]
Yo put the barrel to your temple, close your eyes and then squeeze
It's Fat Boi on the mic, the third of three MC's
And y'all beware of that disease of our repairable dreams
This chick loves the arguing, the bickering and beefing
She's giving me a reason? I'm kicking her teeth in
This isn't the season, she thinks that it's chill
But I'm heated, sick of all the bitching and screaming
She's a witch and a demon but I'm sick in the head, bitch
Feeling neglected, twisted, demented
Now pissed and short-tempered, flip for no reason
She block punching n****s in the face just for breathing
Underground events, we be stomping out an MC
Tempt me, sucker die f**k around?
Throw all my energy to Protools and kick a rap
Recorded an album with the Snowgoons, they rip the tracks
While my bitch opening old wounds like picking scabs
I'm still running this old-school s**t like ditching cabs
And pinching sacks and stomping coke
If I wasn't getting richer now I'd say I'd gone for broke
So better run, you don't wanna get dumped and played
Cause we're worldwide, worldwide, Trojan Horse style
Get the f**k up and run, game over, s**t is done
When the Snowgoons strike full force, get your ass up, Trojan Horse
So better run, you don't wanna get dumped and played
Cause we're worldwide, worldwide, Trojan Horse style
Get the f**k up and run, game over, s**t is done
When the Snowgoons strike full force, get your ass up, Trojan Horse
F**k your alternate fight, I'd rather alternately strike
When my mic ignites, short fuse explode your life
Catch me late night fiending for the mic
Never forgive and forget, f**k you and your peace pipe
Ever approach me better have plans to roast me
I know roach when I see em and I watch em closely
Be on the look out for snakes and rats
So when they try to break you down they only scrape your back
I speak militant plus work ethic is diligent
When I'm getting ignorant, equivalence is killing s**t
Dudes better chill man, I'm back to my saving grace
Never hold me down yo my brain is an amazing place
Get it and go, the illest n***a you know
He stay getting that dough plus he cool at the shows
He stay patient, one day at a time
But he'll break your fucking head if you step out of line
There's many wicked ways that I can get my beast on
Keep your hands off my plate when I'm getting my feast on
N****s I'm fresh, you ain't on the s**t that I be on
What I spit now will be studied for aeons
Ridiculous flow you ain't never heard of
Sick in the skull the way I think these words up
Observed f**k way past deranged
I spark this? up and take off like planes
They say I'm Adolf insane
The way my ink stain and napalm your brain
The game's changed but I'm still going all in
If you ain't gonna finish, what's the point of starting?
Often I brag and boast about me
But if I ain't believe myself where the f**k would I be?
I ain't no Biggie, Nas, or Jay-Z
"You think you know who you fuckin' with now
Killa-killa Bill... ain't nobody stoppin' this now"
"Now who want WHAT! We got... "
"Real deal hip-hop, even when my shit shot"
"You think you know who you fuckin' with now
Killa-killa Bill... ain't nobody stoppin' this now"
"When you listen to my shit you don't chew, you don't breathe,
You don't miss a fuckin' line"
Anotha fuckin' classic
I'm a animal, yeah a lot like a monkey
And my pride is too sick, dawg you not gon' junk me
And my squad is too thick, you not gon' jump me
I'll knock you ova fuckin' wall like "humpty dumpty"
I'm the king of the castle, king of the battle
I'll dumb out like king when you gamble
And I'm classic like LL's kangol
Overseas runnin' the streets with Hell's Angels
You at home, playin' with Wii
Nintendo, negro stop playin' with me
I am the best, c'mon say it with me
Fuck rappers, Reef is my favorite emcee, WORD!
I'm a own ya time, you'll get stolen, stomped
You'se mama's bul, your bitch still folds ya socks
You don't want beef and I'm so shocked
My niggas can't hold jobs they just know to hold glocks
It's not my fault I spaz alot
What you expect, I came under Paz & Mach
Came from behind, Taji, Tareek and Koran
City of Philly, I am the evil of spine
Yeah, I'm Bad Newz
Especially when you see me with the white bul with tatoo will fuckin' smash you
It's Lost Cauze illegal with the Snowgoons
You ain't know I'll be back bangin' two soul swords
Ayo 'This is Where the Fun Stops'
This is purple haze, rum drop
This is knife wounds and gun shots
This shit here is vulgar and trife
The words I write, the illest shit you heard in ya life
Well maybe not, but I'm crazy hot
And the world is mine, but the baby's not
Always lightin' up drugs wyldin' in the club
I'm not grown and sexy, I'm childish and smuggs
Stay in ya lane stupid or drink rain fluid
Niggas in Philly tryin' to be the next Frank Lucas
We don't talk out, I promise we bangin' thru it
And Crip is my Blood, but we ain't no gang influenced
I'm in the Dodge with plan, tryin' to dodge the man
Tryin' to get rich what part of the plan
Don't you comprehend, Einstein!
Don't need to repeat, just say my name one time
And I will be there to spit your frame
I rock, use to lag mics, crystal cave
I'll break ya arms, then start orderin' shots like...
Jägerbombs! Jägerbombs! Jägerbombs! Jägerbombs!
"You think you know who you fuckin' with now
Killa-killa Bill... ain't nobody stoppin' this now"
"Now who want WHAT! We got... "
"Real deal hip-hop, even when my shit shot"
"You think you know who you fuckin' with now
Killa-killa Bill... ain't nobody stoppin' this now"
"When you listen to my shit you don't chew, you don't breathe,
You don't miss a fuckin' line"
Yeah, Snowgoons, Reef the Lost Cauze
We like 3-3 right now, battin' bout a 100
You mothafuckaz suck
That's why you can't come ova here and record shit
Nobody wants you; you don't need to get a fuckin' passport
There's no reason, ME?
I'm world wide bitch, I'm all ova this mothafucka
I might pop up in mothafuckin' Sweden one day and mothafuckin' UK the next
Germany, Switzerland, and then be back in Philly on the block like I ain't got shit
Cause you niggas will not rob me
Call me what you will, just don't call me
And don't call Stress neither
Yeah, all of a sudden right you got love for us now right?
Take a number, just not mine
Lost Cauze, I'll see y'all in 08
I'm learning German out this mothafucka
"Some people spend their lives hoping for something to happen
That will change everything. They look for power, or love, or the
Answers to their biggest questions. I think really what they're
Looking for is another chance - some way to lead another life
Where all the mistakes they've made would be erased, and they could
Just start over. Nothing bad has happened yet, and all their
Possibilities are still in front of them." [shotgun blast]
[Morpheus:] "Welcome, to the real world"
[Born Unique:]
Welcome to the real world... where things happen
Real madness, real savages still get to clappin
You feel me captain? Dope boys dealin packages
Stick-up kids practicin, the wait for taxi kids
Where everything is planned out - there's no accidents
Drunk drivers crashin whips, livin life hazardous
And nothin surprises me any more
Young killers strapped up ready for war, you ready it's on
You read for Born? Ask yourself that
The realest in rap, some cats fearin the track
Look they shook, know I'm a crook, be stealin the cash
Full moon, Snowgoon, gutter bar wolfpack
No time to look back, look Jack, the kid never took crap
Catchin jookz fast, yo Rock where the hooks at
Tell 'em why we crooked cats, okay 10 entertainment
Rap on smash get tooken back fast
[Chorus: x2]
Welcome to the real world, this ain't no MTV
This is my lifetime, spill it on a MP3
Empty 3, leave you on bended knee
Pretend-to-be MC's, you gon' feel the heat
[Born Unique:]
And PERSONALLY~! I know you faggots wanna murder me
I feel the urgency, tryin to put me under surgery
State of emergency, for the record, y'all don't worry me
Curse God - tell that Devil to come and bury me
Lost one of my mans last week so lately
I've been ridin around in black Jeeps, ready to blast heat
Cut up your body, throw the parts on a trash heap
And laugh about it over hashish, I'm so trashy
You wanna know what Born life about? Come ask me
Show you firsthand, teach you how to clap heat
Shit - maybe I should write me a book
Title the joint "Born in Each Year: The Life of a Crook"
Don't get it twisted dawg; I ain't as nice as I look
Hand skills like [? ], nice with the hooks
Fill the Dutch when forms meditate, get my think on
This winter the don's back, catch me with the mink on
[Chorus]
[Born Unique:]
Yeah, [? ] Entertainment, Born Unique
Snowgoons! It's love baby, uh-huh, worldwide
Geyeah...
Yeah...
[Chorus]
[Verse 1:]
I'm the one you don't sit on
Even if it's what you gotta do to get on
I be a mic you can't spit on
Before I let a word [? ] blowing off dust is
Everything is everything but everything is trust me
I follow old school rules, I don't need tools
Fuck around, I just might grab you by your neck tight
D-E-C-A-Y relate easy
Slick with a scruffy beard and my hair peasy
[Verse 2:]
Yo I step on the scene with Guess on the jeans
And break your team down effortlessly
They be talking a whole lot, that shit ain't impressing to me
A lot of niggas rapping, I do this professionally
Please cease fire so we can reach higher
Fuck all of that fronting shit claiming that you ducking it
I am what I am, that's all that I is
This is the mixtape niggas better handle the biz
[Verse 3:]
A young [? ] sick bastard master of ceremonies
I'm blasting off at the cameras, I'm bucking with all my glory
End of story, new beginning
I'm finger far game got the pen upon the choker and I'm spitting ink at a page
Simply amazed I'm crazed leave rappers emblazoned
[? ] thoughts [? ]
Rage against the machine, the face of the grand machine
Roll in motherfuckers I welcome them into the team
[Interlude:]
When you hear what I've got to say
I'm sure you won't be able to turn your head away
[Verse 4:]
Yeah yeah I'm back in the spot
Got my name popping up like a jack-in-the-box
Cause one verse will put your man in a box
You amateurs stop [? ] hot [? ] cannabis drop
But now it's oh wait
No way this shit is getting spins
Probably cause you busy trying to keep up with the trendsetter
I'm here from now until forever
Don't know who I'm behind but I know who I'm ahead of
[Verse 5:]
Yeah I'm a soldier, a monster [? ] art of [? ]
[? ] amongst us
[? ] can't fuck with cowards [? ]
[? ] muscled my way in office
[? ] will never harvest the heart of a coming artist
The hardest rapper [? ] dropping [? ]
I'm walking into the game, y'all fuckers leaving in coffins
[Verse 6:]
Back for the second time but not the second hand
Hope you understand that the cut-off is here fam
Stand up cause man down, run laps around clowns
Who don't rise above under underground
Chi-town representing, we grab the microphone as the three deadly henchmen
With Snowgoons on the offensive
And burn like gas creating stars that you see from afar
With each bar you get scarred, it don't matter who you are
[Outro:]
When you hear what I've got to say
I'm sure you won't be able to turn your head away
Cause what I'm gonna talk about
[Verse 1:]
I'm on your side, that's what you told me
I'm your boy Side, you pop off you know I'm gonna ride
Can't leave my dog hanging I got more pride
When they wander off I still be there like a fall guy
I'm on your side, side of the righteous
Keep my circle tight, there ain't too many of em like us
Trying to backbite us and spite us
I learned the ones who sit up in the front, they ain't always the brightest
I'm on the right side, the opposite of left
The underdog side he probably rocking it the best
He got more passion you can hear in every breath
And more pain it's like God ordained his death
I'm on your side, no need to explain
All I know he smacked you and he called you out your name
Now that's enough reason for me to get the flame
And light his ass up just so he can feel your pain
[Chorus:]
When life be trying to punk you and bully you
Pushing and pulling you, straight up doing you
Make wrong decisions around here it could ruin you
Break your ass down, what you want dude? (Whose side you on?)
And I ain't saying nothing that ain't already been said
See I learn as I go and I put it in my flow
I don't know who do the most harm I guess
Enemies with worse intentions or friends with best (Whose side you on?)
[Verse 2:]
I'm on the east side, I got a text from my homie on the west side
Told me you the best Side
He said what up then he threw up the dove
Then he turned it sideways for the east coast, now that's love
I'm on the winners side, never with the losers
Always on the sellers side, never with the users
Them buyers, I'm biased, the fame I don't want it
Cause I know I can make more money off the mic than on it
I'm on the side of the bullet with two dice
Trying to provide for a son and his daughter and baby moms
Doing what he has to do not what he gotta do
There's a big difference there, I ain't gotta lie to you
I'm on the Snowgoons side word born
Cause they looked out and helped a lot of indie cats get on
Brought us overseas, even put us on some tours
Peace to Reef and the homie Stress for opening the doors
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I ain't on nobody's side, I'm impartial
I been it, I ain't in it, seen that shit between y'all two
And I ain't about to stand here listening to y'all argue
Going back and forth just like a tennis ball do
That's a good question, I don't even know
I could change up on you same way the wind blows
One minute Democrat, next minute Republican
Today I'm a conscious cat, tomorrow I'm a thug again
She on my side so don't even try it
Tell her you my side jawn she ain't even gonna buy it
Tell her we was at the Hyatt I'm just gonna deny it
I'm married not buried just keep your ass quiet
When them ghouls pulled out mega pistols
Hope you understand clearly like twelve megapixels
If you don't want a war and you wanna make it home
Better pick your battles wisely when they ask
(Whose side you on?)
[Featuring: Main Flow, Godilla, El Da Sensei & J. Sands]
[Verse 1:]
I got a hotter steez, drive with exotic keys
It's not at ease, bless niggas like they gotta sneeze
Connect blessed me with a lot of trees
Now I could plot a freeze, go with the wind when I spot a breeze
From fake necklaces to bootleg Timb sales
We all about the Malachis of York and stem cells
And won't hesitate to let the trigger blow
Cause all of my seeds just make a bigger flow
I like the timing, repent for a [? ]
Leviathan you're high up in, I write words to violins
Cash to stack a van up against the cracker plan
The blacker man still get the ammo like Pakistan
Nice goal, hit your city and dice roll
And slice holes like Lombardi at the Ice Bowl
Hit with the wammo, three soldiers coming in camo
What up fammo? You know we still got the ammo
[Chorus:]
Man, this shit with ammo and command a grip
Staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip
Land and dip with ammo on the man to trip
Plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip
Man, this shit with ammo and command a grip
Staying equipped, moving hand to hand to flip
Land and dip with ammo on the man to trip
Plan to rip, the gun is like a tongue with a banana clip
[Verse 2:]
So it's like a firearm and they not on safety
Play my courts like gods like something like AC
Understudy of a Pun drop, [? ] and the Jay-Zs
Niggas hate me, take three, try to stop me
For each and every one of you origami
Shit on every track I'm on, portapotty
War with poppy, verbally I'm more tsunami
You aim on him every time [? ]
Open sixteen I'm in I can [? ] abort your army
Iller man manhandle the [? ]
Still got ammo, your panel now falling to shambles
Hang rope, get cancelled like you WB
I'm gonna eat, hustle then breeze
You ain't fucking with me
Simple math I divide a couple hundred MCs
From bricks to lyrics, aim specific
We got more shots in the biscuit
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Talking on scope slip through the darkness and trees
Weak or hardest indeed, make every artist [? ]
My clip full of ammo, magazines come in threes
Bootstrap, new rap, symbol on the fatigues
Brave years of hardships, now I make that hard shit
Moshpit marksmen gun blast regardless
Corner the market and set it off like Frankie
Cause these niggas just asked and y'all wanna thank me
Mainly I boast for the shit that I stand for
Allegiance is completed when y'all hitting the dance floor
I never lose sight [? ] that's two nights
Had more than two fights when they was hogging the mic
Modelling type, my looks exceed what you imagine
Mid-thirties my nigga and still make it happen
I hate the past tense, I rock for now
With Snowgoons, J. Sands, Main Flow, sugar high
[Interlude]
[Scratching]
[Verse 4:]
Hey yo my man the east born told me the streets warring
Ran the castle, dodge the shells that keep pouring
Early morning until the night transforming
Far from dormant, the freaks come out without warning
The shit's unlike the north side, Killa county
Home sweet home but feeling like an out-of-townie
I don't fuck with snakes but yo they still around me
Plus the jake carry heat just to grill a brownie
Straight up shit is real, let the trey-eight buck
Better not tell a soul when you ain't wake up
Cause them boys know the feds better than they know the ledge
Big gates blow the bread on some [? ] blow their head
Right off the shoulder, the kids getting older
And the war's getting colder so I dip to SoCal
[Featuring: King Magnetic & Adlib]
[Verse 1:]
Up north for the county, I'm rowdy as the records was
Blue vodka, hate me but respect the buzz
Who shot ya? That's a question that's for anyone
It took my homies getting [? ] to respect the gun
Pushing thirty like Derrike Cope pit crew
See the tree addiction how we stick dudes
Branched off same state that the Roots from
Same hate as Jena Six, swing from a noose hung
My discussion nothing short of disgusting
Accordingly snuff em then I'm in the court for concussions
I'm harder to get than a quarter through customs
Get accustomed to adjustments or adoption by abduction
I was illegal before man knew
Had that handle with little Jamal and his man too
Mag attracts his rivals [? ] backs
I ain't from DC homie but I'm liable to snap
[Chorus:]
You want it gullier than this?
Stuck guzzling the fifth
Get a skully and a clip, start humble then we flip
We do, we incite a riot in here
My dude, we incite a riot in here
You want it gullier than this?
Stuck guzzling the fifth
Get a skully and a clip, start humble then we flip
We do, we incite a riot in here
My dude, we incite a riot in here
[Verse 2:]
Hip hop ain't dead, yo it's right in my stomach
I'm someone you'll never see like a lifer in public
Breathe slow, believe show
Cause we so beast mode we de-bo to be broke
We the dough without [? ] knots
Hitting Harlem spots, kick doors and take a jar [? ]
Don't get at me, let it be, not a gangster
But lose my temper quicker than a set of keys
Peel like lettuce leaves, deal with pedigrees
Feel my felonies in each verse I set em free
Bound to blow like a chickenhead tied up
Lyrically sticking [? ] flicking [? ]
Sicker than five months until my time is up
Five hoes without raw, picking the nines up
Victims get sized up, listen then wise up
Get your motherfucking throat slit with your spine cut
I'm just a small man living in the land of big dreams
Looks like I finally made it to the big leagues
The show goes on at least according to Siegfried
International man of mystery and intrigue
Best believe this cat's from the best breed
Action packed, black power and prestige
Flow is needed, not a pain or a pet peeve
I'm a still remain and entertain until the guests leave
And even if we don't really have a lot
Tonight we going to make it pop like it's Camelot
Bring it off the block let it knock at you travel stop
My Hip-Hop makes the whole damn castle rock
It's the guy with his eyes on the prize
The super heavy duty extra large king size
Get hypnotized and remember the rhymes
Cause anything less would be uncivilized
Get it up, get, get it up, get it up
Got, got, got to get it up (for the man of the year)
Get it up, get it up, get, get it up
Got, got, got to get it up (raise your glasses and cheer)
Just get it up (in your town)
Just get it up (hear the sound)
Just get it up (get it down)
Just get it up (all around)
Enemies beware; my raps are fire-y
Sort of like Shakespeare's dramatic irony
Pros go from skid row to high society
But I must say I display a wide variety
I'm really that fresh, fill the top entirety
All access, you should stop denying me
I warn any thug who even thinks of trying me
Say no to drugs, you should try sobriety
I maim the crippled guys with pain intensified
Ready to rock and roll with more Soul than Triple 5
I'm make a haunted castle come alive
And anything less would be uncivilized
Send the DJ to the royal vault
So he can spin the record while the Emperor talks
If the people don't move is it really your fault?
Then we can hit the floor and do the Emperor's waltz
My rap radiates and makes the ladies shake
And you can bet what I rep is presented great
Some might debate the respect that I generate
They just want to hate, I'm a man of exquisite taste
Rap etiquette and fly tight tunes
Any manuscript I write rhymes like ruins
New world rapper making old world moves
Phantom of the Opera meets the Snowgoons
Local rap seen on TV screen
Try to intervene and get sent to the guillotine
I go to extremes not to be denied
[Verse 1:]
It's clear to me these dudes ain't breathing the same air as me
Apparently my clarity is bringing fans near to me
Show to show severity, don't you know it's wearing me
But I keep grinding on my hopes inherently
Coldest flow in Seven Seas, wrote this soul of seventies
Go for broke, I'm bending knees
Hold the hope of friends in need
The hardest working inserting no burden
Will burden the verdict, diverted the vermin and murdered the circuit
Biting emcees talk a lot of shit
Bottle split, hollow tips, model chicks love to swallow dick
Me? I don't bother with, barely acknowledge it
Only thing I ever bit? My bottom lip
[Chorus]
[Scratching]
[Verse 2:]
Literally I am the epitome homes
Acclaimed critically downloaded digitally
Known from London to Italy
I slaughter these lamb ass niggas lyrically hypothetically realistically
The trees glistening, the cocaine crystally
And I am viciously controlling Boston officially
They say you Jaysaun? I am I am
Two truths: I don't take the stand, to bare love's hand
I'm no rat and I don't wear no wires
I rain fire, bitch niggas gotta call me sire
You okay with them punchlines
But I would devour your whole career in a lunch line at crunchtime
You just nibble on your rappers, I munch mine
You chew em too long, I eat a bunch at one time
I'm Walter Payton Ricky Williams combined
Blowing weed at the NFL come by to unwind
You the type to be unsigned with hype
For so long you could've blown but never really quite
Doing it ten years and that shit ain't right
So I'm cutting off the light, goodnight, it's all over
[Verse 3:]
It's an automatic slaughter, caught em walking, talking louder
Nah I caught em, pop n' locked and rocked the noggin out of order, listen
Been dope since the thin rope tied my tummy
Write music for my fans not the pride money
Building the career until the ceiling interfere
I breathe out knowledge, put the healing in the air
Appealing with the snare [?], noticed internationally
Dealing with the fear, haters focusing on passing me
Talk a lot of this and that, acting like their pistol claps
Acting like aristocrats, fact is that they're missing facts
I pen my soul, they spend their dough
My flow's frozen like ten below
The best in the game, best invest in the name
Yes I'm destined for fame, rest get left in the rain
Best believe the hype, I'll lead riots till the hopeless can see the light
[Chorus:]
I'm very dangerous and well connected
Keeping you niggas in perspective
Dangerous ways
Rhymes so strong you get sliced
I got an arsenal of infantry, I'm built for this mentally
I'm very dangerous and well connected
Keeping you niggas in perspective
Dangerous ways
Watch out for jake, snakes, and decoys
[Verse 1:]
Hey yo I'm bad news for crews ain't fucking with you
Ain't got nothing to prove, nothing to lose
I be up in the booth and I'm fitting to let loose
Give you a head start then give you a head noose
Who wanna war with the Closers fam?
Got bars so hot they stand close to fans
Damn attack like haze hit you from a block away
Fresher than Binaca spray, me lose? Not today
That's how it is, y'all spitters cannot coexist
The best part like Folgers bitch roast your clique
Throats get slit when this vocalist smoke a spliff
Okey-doke? Oh but those don't work, my focus is
Second to none, I'm parallel the dopestest
Black poet flipping so y'all niggas listen
Pay attention, recognise the greatness
We on that ape shit, our ways our dangerous
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm well connected with goons that'll disconnect your head from your body
And leave your body in a porta potty
I'm like the Maharaji royalty with iron body
Fat boy get love, dimes offer me their healthy body
Wax museum MCs they get melted down
You think you know my story cause I come from Bucktown
I see it on satellite, don't know what y'all sounding like
I connect with different parts of the globe every night
You ignorant motherfucker need to get your mind right
Young fool ass dudes thinking that their style tight
I got bars on smash like car accidents
MCs are roadkill, run em off the road by accident
Matter fact I take that back I did it on purpose
You dudes is worthless, not even worth a digital purchase
I got a beer belly, still rocking the show shirtless
Your bitch reading my tattoo, she wanna slurp it
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
What are you fucking stupid? I'm drunk and puking
At lunch with Cupid telling him I hate everyone [?] love is useless
I don't need a bitch, call these hoes guppies
And they die without me so okay I feed my fish
So they can live another day, give some of us play
Tricks that wanna play, suck dick another way
Kids'll serve you, diss and burn you
Your bitch'll turn too, she stay up on my pipe like a fucking Ninja Turtle
? I'm on top of this game
Like your girl doing ten squats on top of the X-Box
Like ten shots you won't see my men drop
Cause you duckhunt rappers only use pretend Glocks
My pen's hot, send props the end's not here now
But soon to be, save the date up on your desktop
Y'all don't know the shit I go through
Thorough tracks that close it in BK it's Snowgoons
[Verse 1:]
Rap style Russell Crowe, get trapped, hustle flow
Pitch haze, puffing dro, switchblade cut your clothes
Bitch-made switched to a fucking ghost
Spit rage [? ] page, big gauge blowing off
Insane quart of Henny to the brain
Alcohol ease the pain in the rain purple rain
Verbal game downright murder man
Verbally murdering everything you ever heard me in
Or heard me on, word is born
Every song molotov, drop bombs, big shots going off
Haul em off, all my dogs bark and bite kid, call em off
Call me your General, lead the charge over raw
We the squad, bootcamp entourage
Kevlars, camouflage, Smith and Wesson on the chron
Timb chucker, friend been gutter, been thugging, been bout bucks
Been gun-bucking
[Chorus:]
Bullets flying through the sky, gun shots everywhere
Duck down, duck down
You a'ight? The coast clear
Shells shatter your chest, just a casualty of war
We salute and stand firm ready to get it on
Bullets flying through the sky, gun shots everywhere
Duck down, duck down
You a'ight? The coast clear
Shells shatter your chest, just a casualty of war
We salute and stand firm ready to get it on
[Verse 2:]
Smoke, early bird from LaGuardia
If I got to go any further than Miami I'm charging you
Be on deck and ready when I land, no cowboy shit, stick to the plan
I want cash in the bag, just hundreds of doves
I know what it weighs like when I pick it up
I'm a duffel bag boy, that's coordinated
[? ] coupe back and upgrade her
I get dough (get dough) with Black Snow (Black Snow)
When I start to run low then I get more
I'm no [? ] nigga so that means I'm loyal
Don't fuck with them Alphabet boys at all
It's not in my tradition to be snitching
I watch from the sky box when I ain't pitching
I'm something like a boss and a worker
I give the order then [? ] to come murk you
[Intro:]
[Scratching] Been fighting devils
[Chorus: x2]
For my people in ghettos,
The dust don't settle
For my peeps in the streets, the beef don't cease
For my friends in the pen, your life don't end
Cause the beast inside ain't ready to die
[Verse 1:]
Doing dirt in the grinds now
I'm working for mine
Certain to shine, the streets had a perfect desire
And I believe it's what it made me to be
Revolutionary slave to my hated beliefs
I was raised in the street, got hate for police
Born in the ghetto, crack stay peddled on concrete
Where the bullshit's abbreviated, move and you lose
And your crew gets eliminated, it's complicated
To the death and [? ]
Keep your eyes open for the devils and demons
? when I speak, bringing Heaven through your speakers
Travel through your tweeters to the ghetto I might teach you
Credible believer until it's settled I might see you
Better make em flee ah, better make em bleed what
Begging for a piece of pie in the grind
I keep [? ] factory line
This is for my people living in hard times
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Street dreams, in
The slum where the beast feeds
Where the struggle resides where hustlers and fiends meet
Just trying to get by, burning on green leafs
I gotta get mine, no one else gonna feed me
Survival etched in the genes of my species
Stand on my own two, no one said it'd be easy
Just keep it moving, feet where the streets be
Better be easy, put your teeth to the streets, b
Cannibal tooth die for the loot
Wild animal escaped from the zoo
They call me elephant boots out on the loose
No surrender or truce
Torture what the New World Order lies in the news
Propaganda catching minds in a snooze
Take a walk in my shoes, it's hard to dudes
Too many sips of the brew, sick spit off the booze
So hold up man, watch how you move
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I done see it all, a
Legend in my own right
You fight for the right of respect when you step in my light
Always stay ducking the devils to the death to the birth
We destined to burst from underground soul in the dirt
Straight to the top we headed leaving devils beheaded
On the world that's filled with controversy, thoughts are embedded
Of violent action, racism, you see it on the news
And listen brainwashing the masses through subliminal television
It's sick, that's why I say the government can eat a dick
They don't help me the slightest bit when I need it
So fuck em, I live my own life, I blaze my own trail
Do a little dirt, get locked up, I pay my own bail
Circle of trust, knowledge born crime and lust
Survivals of the struggle, march through Hell puffing blunts
Dodging pitchforks, at war on the darkest levels
Cause me and my family here, we've been fighting devils
[Verse 1:]
I'll slap? in his face, this is my time and place
Super fly like chimps in space, gorilla apes
Smoking an ace, our high grades lower the gates
Bumrushing the place like I'm owed what I take
I shed blood and tears for this over the bass
Now drown in it, that's what happens when the flow is too great
Those that meet the coldest fate, MCs that you overrate
I apply the pressure to the boards like I'm overweight
Even flow, fuck it if I am, the only thing that talks are the duckets in my hand
And maybe a couple grams of the poison that I choose
All joy has left the room like the void inside a womb
On a beat with Snowgoons, that's instrumental death
Just as simple as the rest but pull tissue from the flesh
On the mission for the? this is wisdom at it's best
Just as vicious as the next motherfucker that you sweat
[Hook: scratching]
What I look like? Why you wanna come at me?
You ain't even in my class
Trust me, I'm as live as it gets
You ain't even in my class
Why you wanna come at me?
You ain't even in my class
Trust me, I'm as live as it gets
You better learn
[Verse 2:]
I'm coming for your land, I'm coming for your fucking head, goonology.
I'll murder Mother Nature and bury her in her own earth
She semi-suicidal for violating my known turf
My? pistol? dam dripping you can't fix it
? henchman on rare visits for square inches
Man listen I have risen from the ashes
Disastrous like having your brain cavity smashed in
This the sound that happens when cities are collapsing
Or when titans are clashing, we wreak havoc
There's no method to the madness
No equation of mathematics, it's just savage
How can they understand it?
I want what they inhabiting
I'll burn it to the motherfucking ground if I can't have it
Monstrous like a killer with no conscience
Street smarts and no heart to go along with
The war on this other carcass with a strong scent
I'm on this but it gets even worse whenever I'm bent
[Hook:]
What I look like? Why you wanna come at me?
You ain't even in my class
Trust me, I'm as live as it gets
You ain't even in my class
Why you wanna come at me?
You ain't even in my class
Trust me, I'm as live as it gets
You have not seen the scenery
Don't know what it's like to be with me
See the heathens speak easily on easy street
Yeah, they living like they villains but our children need a meal
On the block clocking but that type of time will kill
(Yeah, tell em why you mad homie, tell em how you feel)
You bet you right, damn sure I will
When I got my deal, life was looking up
Now I could give a fuck cause them record labels steal
Still we struggle to live with my kid to my arms
I uplift the strong, the hood on my back, my missus on my lap
And still I react, dip and dodging the traps
Yes, rap was born where I'm from
God praised me as a son so I rep till I'm done
We roll on niggas like a bunch of I'll Greeks
With heats and keep these streets hot like we [? ]
We born together like some sheiks from the middle east
[? ] one nation yelling out fuck peace
Yo, late night bodega run, I ran into my little dun
Sitting there looking through the barrel of a devil's gun
He talking about a body that he caught and he on the run
Out of state trying to get that extra cake major fun
Who I am to tell him? I'm a felon
Just came home from packing a pack in the back and drug selling
Shortie rebelling, man he just like me
I remember when I was sixteen hugging the streets
I had the OG's trying to screw me, I walked away like fuck you
I'm nutso and flashed the toolie
Half my niggas doing life or smoking boulies
Shortie when you're looking at the mirror looking at me
But my advice to this little nigga, you gotta take flight
Relocate from the hood and start a new life
I'm sick of liars, sick of bitches and sick of friends
I'm sick of [? ], I'm sick of sitting here like get it in
I'm sick of fakers, law makers, and life takers
That just throw you away then go and eat pizza
Laugh about it, it's getting crowded up in the game
Too many bout it bout it but really ain't bout a thing
Too many make it rain in their songs but the thing
Is in real life you won't see them throwing a thing
[? ] rappers with bitch tendencies
Been through the seven seas, Jim Beam, Tennessee
You call it whiskey, me I call it risky
Police frisk me hitting me with the metal things
Like it's no rules, hit the ProTools
They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste
So my every rhyme is designed from a spiritual place
Get the time, I'm some kind of a lyrical great
I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes
Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate
I make a classic, it's a habit how I bury these stakes
You can't compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl
On the mic I'm something that you never saw, this is raw
Y'all can't be serious, [? ] it's hilarious
I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period
Period, I ain't gotta write no more
But since the beat kinda nice I'm a write some more
Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques?
So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest?
You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men
If Obama don't get the spot, it's probably not for him
Enough black men do good to only get shot
That's why I'm good in the hood, I don't need to get the props
I only need to get these thoughts off my brain
Chopped [? ] let Juju Mob in the game
Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead
Like the motherfuckers been reading the Necronomicon
When the sick person is talking, I murder the market
I'm a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets
If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers
I'm sick, I kick in a fucking door in and slap em out of pajamses
Y'all fakers believe that I've been racing with cheetahs
My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas
If I'm unlucky to fuck [? ]
I'm sick motherfucker, plague wouldn't touch me with rubber gloves
Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap shit'll never leave me
I'll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC/DC
Fuck you if you think this shit is improper
While I'm lying rappers be pushing their keys thinking they're hustlers
I'll show and prove, never do it for paper
[? ] maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, motherfucker
The mob remains, we was just in the shadows
King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs
Cousins of killers, fathers of felons
Don't like no weed around us, we'll abolish your section
Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp
Real talk, yeah since the status was cult
Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain't half of my vault
Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt
Me and Mach made of fire, ain't no patching the torch
Pass out [? ] passing the pork, I'll splatter your thoughts
West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught
Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch
Watching the news with his back to the room
I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb
Now they selling the same shit, pop's style on the same strip
Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick
Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead
Without a microphone I make you fucking bang your head
My anger's fed when I get some heat from wax
[? ] Gattsburg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first
Used to be a fat jerk, now I'm a skinny one
One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone
You fuck with Juju Mob, that's asinine
[Intro:]
God I think the world is about to collapse! C'mon!
The buildings and walls are are falling
If you don't know, you should by now
It's the motherfucking Snowgoons in the building
And you're rocking with Singapore Kane and Slaine
It's 2008, dummy
[Verse 1: Slaine]
All eyes are staring at me, people watching the villain
They see my rising with the rebels to the top of the building
Being stuck down at the bottom is the vilest feeling
Desolate soul for vodka that's swilling, popping the pilling
Jealously swirling in their eyes, they're plotting to kill em
But I been there and believe me, I ain't forgotten the feeling
I lived the dark nights and heard the pain crash from the ceiling
I mean the raindrops hang in 'caine spots with dealers
Now fighting a different war, smoking less, sniffing more
Every week a different chore, every month a different tour
I got a gang of haters everyday I piss em off a little more
Whatchu think I got a fucking pistol for?
Jealousy's a disease that affect my enemies
They're scheming while they're sipping on the Hennessy
Me, I'm overseas making G's like I stick banks
Rocking mics, sniffing foreign coke out of Swiss francs
[Chorus: x2]
We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation
When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement
The sons of Satan, keeping it rugged, fuck the debating
Whatchu talking about? You weak, our fury is full of hatred
[Verse 2:]
It's no benefits trying to test me and my affiliates
Soon as you consider it we smack dudes illiterate
Sidestep the petty shit, forever it's a militant's mission
To get the cheese and stretch it like mozzarella sticks
Test me, I'm ready, my girl got my machete
And she's ready to cut your throat like Chequeta in Belly
You as hard as a rock, now you sweeter than jelly
No one believes the shit that you spit on the telly
Despite how you live your looks I'll never play by the books
The silent kid in the room is really the biggest crook
Pulling out the biggest jux you'll ever [? ] nook
Fight to the death with guns and knives and left hooks
Dudes talk the talk but they don't walk any similar
We'll separate your soul from your body like oil and vinegar
High off the sticky, insane when I'm sober
Spit poison in my verse like killer cobra
[Verse 3:]
The style raw, kick it rugged like it's sting'll crack your face
It's the mind place ditched me in hell what I create
It's the rhyme squad, some of mine is gone with the wind
I'm better than half you rappers who faking it like pretend
To the end I'm a murder this, MC's keep on observing this
I hear you bite my shit and they're gonna find you where the murder was
I kick it I'll sick twisted acapella when I rock a fella
Rolling with dime bitches and cocking?
My rhyme is torture, slowly pulling out your guts
While your whole body soaked in alcohol and paper cuts
Then the knife slides into your right thigh
You think you might die, you right, you see the visions of your life fly
Right past you, my clique'll really bash you
Into your skull then suck your brains out like a vacuum
My backroom is filled with goons and street thugs
Killers hate love, sweeten your [? ] and pull?
I ain't never seemed to be with the program
Nineteen had the? seeds a grown man
I don't believe I can see the whole plan
I was busy smoking trees, OZ's, and coke grams
Crews come and go like dudes that fuck hoes
Known to be the sickest like 2's plus 4's
So what the fuck I need a crew full of sluts for?
I'm trying to fuck the world and make the goon and the guts grow
I seen a lot of shit, in fact I'm a see more
Flows so hot I'm like a crack in the sea floor
Deliver it to the speaker like a package of C4
I did it by myself, just imagine a me clone
A long day full of rapping and weed smoke
Can write half my lines if you want half of the green grossed
In perpetuity I'm laughing on speaker phone
I'd rather get a job, fuck rap, you can keep it homes
Please recognise I did everything
Please recognise I did everything
Please recognise I did everything
Me, myself, and I, yes my selfish pride
Please recognise I did everything
Please recognise I did everything
Please recognise I did everything
Me, myself, and I, yes my selfish pride
I'm the man, I don't give a fuck about a crew
Besides them niggas can't do what I do
They can't screw the bitches I screw
Shit, can't even chew the gum that I chew
Self-made ya son shine so bright can't find myself shade
And if I can't find it myself, nobody else could
I'm good so I'm a shine like nobody else would
Don't need no fans, don't need no wiz
Don't need no grand, don't need no Kwiz
Don't need no seven OD to handle biz
Don't need no S.I.C. or Bloodline
Don't need no Snowgoons beats to bust rhymes
I'm the type of fella to spit a hella acapella
Smell me? Yeah, I smell you like your shit don't stink
And you think it's all about you, fuck the world
Who can feel you like you?
So kill yourself jack ass, who could kill you like you?
I been witness a change in the scene
I'm not the only one, lonely son
I shine in the underworld on the phony ones
I've done everything I could to get where I'm at
Free raps, mad tracks, declining record contracts
But best believe I pay dues but what's it to you?
I'm just a cat that battle crews act a fool on you too
Stick with Snowgoons, I carry my weight and move through
Move you by way of force homie if I have to
Spit a [? ] Rakim
[? ] rugged hip hop pissing on fly rims
And your diamonds ain't worth shit to me
I stay beneath the surface with my middle finger up
Pointing it at the industry
I meant to be the devastation of mankind
Flow from lost souls written in sand scribe
Explode like landmines when I'm rocking the track
It's Lord Lhus and I carry hip hop on my back
[Verse 1:]
Agony and anguish, body count nameless
Gangsters, bangers in the east coast, shameless
Now move mostly, cops watch closely
Years in the making and it's not how it was supposed to be
Used to be a curfew, used to have truancy
Now kids are rude, different colour is the enemy
Older cats scared cause they show no fear
Lack of respect and taking over spots is clear
In the news, few details of the crime scene
Death is the outcome for innocent teens
Any bystander, blocks have gamblers
Have second thoughts, bring your brandishing the hammer
[Chorus:]
It's not a movie when your head's up, shake down, faced with the tool
Cash it up for revival in this warfare every block is survival
Realise it's the stars and the stripes operating crime legalized
All day every day in the USA
[Verse 2:]
Black president, educated North Cak residents
Exposed hidden agendas and lies are evident
Got us representing causes I don't want no part of
Bush is like Nino and we living in The Carter
A lost soul wonders where the gospel is
Cause the government got us like hostages
And the kids don't read; being smart ain't cool
But some 10 years old'll come through and shoot up your school
Banks is collapsing, gas is berserk shit: I spend half of my money going back and forth to work
So after 8 years of Bush killing the earth, hell yeah I'll vote Obama for whatever it's worth
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Government officials neglect the poverty and serve the wealthy
While chicks work the pole unhealthy
Welfare recipients laid off work
Claim child support and living off family first
Damn El, this ain't how it supposed to be
We eating black cheese and fruits, stamp groceries
All these home forced closed and these jobs laid off
A wall street seven hundred billion debt paid off
Wish to be college-bound on a scholarship
Pop dudes strung out and your mom won't acknowledge it
Prison bars just more than sixteen
Life bid, full term for erasing a dream
Don't be confused by the shit they put on the tube
And the New York Post and the damned Fox News
It's the blood of the Indians and the chains of the slaves that made the,
"Land of the free, and the home of the brave"
These cold days got me in a physical rage
It's like that from the Stat where I live at
Walking through the dark path of this invisible maze
My life ain't rosy but I roll with it
These cold days got me in a physical rage
It's like that from the Stat where I live at
Walking through the dark path of this invisible maze
My life ain't rosy but I roll with it
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me
I don't owe the game, the game owes me
I might know you but you don't know me
My OG see things you don't see
Sex, money, and murder on the TV
It's easy to put out a bullshit CD
And poison the people's minds for GP
Destroying what we designed in 3D
Everybody's yelling recession but I'm selling some weapons
That'll help you get by without stressing
Answer one question, you ain't gotta lie
Are you really willing to die to get by?
Going through mad shit trying to keep my head high
Coming to you live from the middle of Bed-Stuy
Where it's do-or-die homicides and suicides
Sex, drugs, money, lies, baby you could decide
I had to do it every day son I couldn't hide
I couldn't cry but I slipped up a couple times
Puffing a dime so high we hustled and grind
Fuck a crew it was just me, my cousin, and I
We'd catch a couple of vics, swell a couple of eyes
Take a nigga lunch money then order a pie
Meet up in the morning at the corner at nine
Then party and bullshit till a quarter to five
Yo in this struggle you gotta have street smarts
That's why we pack metal things for those with sheep hearts
Deep darks aren't fragmented on these glaciers of ice
Like an abused pitbull I was ready to be nothing nice
Alcohol vice, grim slip into a trance
Shoulder chip getting worse, disperse bullets over a glance
A true romance, no Christian Slater
Denounce myself as a Christian, I'm a vicious hater
No fictitious saviour is a neighbour of mine
Blue collar scholar with a martyr I dine
Cheap wine, whiskey and beer
Dilemma of a scumbag, I'm the apprentice of fear
Warfare engineer, a [?] of [?]
Fuck a knife, I got an axe to cut the tension
I'm the one they mention as a henchman of rap
So you rhyming is like giving [?] a slap
In the jungle where alley cats and rowdy rats
We probably at playgrounds where they stash the dead bodies at
It's a cold world, better get your pea coat
It's hard to see hope when shorty on their knees like they feeble
Giving deep throat so she can release dope
Into her veins, part of the game in the streets though
All that we know, shoot to kill first
So fuck an I'll, I still see my nigga Millhurst
I see his mom grabbing at the casket
Later that night we riding deep blasting at them bastards
It's a cycle of madness, I still think they coming for me
So fuck the cops, the judge, and the jury cause they ain't did nothing for me
When I was young I'd roll a blunt and crush a forty
Just to escape the scene of the crime cause it was gory
You rappers corny, there's nothing to glorify
I'm horrified by how many brothers left before their time
And they all speak through me
[Verse 1:]
No need to speak my name defined with you
Not in every instance just depending on the situ-
-ation cause them haters always scheming how to get ya
Not the ones we think, I'm talking about those hanging with ya
Smile in your face and they turn around and diss ya
Wonder if you died would they really even miss ya
Those the ones to watch cause they close enough to get ya
That's why my inner-circle's filled with heads I trust my life to
The chosen few, we walk as one
We stay ready for action until the job is done
Now word is born, show em how the west is won
[? ] stay hot like we walk on the sun
We usually calm, problems start fuck it it's on
But it's time for revolution's what we usually on
So we fight for the solution when confusion is wrong
Trying to get some restitution through the words of these songs
[Verse 2:]
Right across the way I see a middle aged crisis
The eye in my raps that's pre-occupied with niceness
[? ] for now choose to drive without a license
I blow at attempts to oppose half the vices
The price you choose you're too righteous to lose
When the light is confused from a ground night of booze
I might just peruse and then cruise
For the souls of my [? ] better crews and the losers fucking lose
The dude gets a clue from a lost family crew
Like a vice grip my dudes stay aware, raise the right fist
I spar with a shadow in the likeness
A battle where it's will against might like a clash amongst the Titans
Reap what we sow when it ripen
[? ] on your properties we owe all the farmheads [? ]
I liken the cycle despite cats is spiteful
[Chorus:]
You know me well, roll the L
I burn blunts with Jesus and Satan smoking holy Hell
Tattoo in my blood stream, that blue
Dream got me stuck on lean, statue
So high that I can't move, statue
Hold my ground hard body, statue
Snowgoons, big bang, click aim blast you
Left in the morgue stiff as a board, statue
[Verse 1:]
That cash rule make the globe rotate, ask Wu
Black blue your bati boy rap crew, clap you
Light you, ash you, smoke you, pass you
Junkie for them beats like DJ Babu
Virtuoso king of the jungle up in this rap zoo
You're not even a pussy, you're what pussies eat, cat food
DRaw blood at night like a vampire bats tooth
Hold the toast to holy ghosts the fifth is supernatural
You are just a pupil, the master is teaching class to
So shut the fuck up when I'm rapping I didn't ask you
I run with cats who are straight nuts cashews
We don't cop bottles at the spot we bring a flask thru
I'll match you if you puffing on that afghoo
Crack two dutches fill em up with kief and hash too
Man I'm always stoned, statue
Act one's done son stay tuned for act two
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Excuse me miss but can the boy ask you
For your math boo cause your hips and that ass, ooh!
Got my cock on rock, statue
I had to stop cause I'm not bashful
I want to mack you, tap you, and attack you
Hit you from every single position, no taboo
Then I'll rope your hands with the lasso
Now stop, hold that pose girl, statue
Henny and Remy got my head sprung papoose
Cats are lame, snatch the game back, jack move
Shrapnel pierce your bodily capsule
Hack you to pieces, the beast attack you
I have to, regulate you faggot maggot rap dudes
You stay biting our shit, ass tooth,
You're a court jester and I'm the king of the castle
Don't rule cause I want to, I lead cause I have to
Your flow's water and sucrose Snapple
I throw the hook and pull the moon close, grapple
With the serpent in the garden for the apple
Then fuck Eve raw in the Lord's tabernacle
I'll slap the chaplain of the chapel
For distorting the truth and not being factual
You want blasphemous bars, check the last few
But still the Lord blessed me, achoo
Born with rap flu, a natural, it's casual
Lose the mask dude, you're rented raps are past due
Wack crews snafu act fool I'll go in that shoe and pull
Black sue my.22 and blast you
That tool will leave you still, statue
Hawk cause a gash through your grill when it slash you
On my own Paige when I'm pitching, Satchel,
I maintain my position, statue
[Verse 1:]
Woke up in the morning, wife's griping and bitching
There's no Similac for the baby, no lights where we're living
No food in the fridge, this the tightest position
I'm bout to lose my lid, get my sights on a victim
My way and type of living, this shit has to change
Shut the fuck up, I ain't fit to be a sperm donor snatch your chain
Fuck it, sell crack cocaine, I'm telling you motherfucker go rap for change
Alright, look I got your point, I want you to know
I'll be back in a couple hours, it's under control
I run out of the door straight feeling lost as fuck
What the hell am I gonna do? Steal an armored truck?
I walk and strut aimless as I fix me a plan
Then I bump into Damon selling sixty a gram
As I think sticking him up ain't the wittiest scam
My gun clicks blam now I got his chips in my hand
[Chorus: x2]
I feel selfish, think I'm gonna use my nine
I feel helpless, think I'm gonna lose my mind
Nobody else is here to help me stabilize
I feel helpless even when I pray to God
[Verse 2:]
Now I'm patting him down trying to get all he got
With no thought process of someone calling up SWAT
With no thought process that I'm on my own block
It's like no contest if I get caught up and locked
Stolen for gwap I need all the dough he had
As I'm searching through his jacket, what a police badge?
Now stop, no way man, he's a cop?
My knees just lock, I can't flee, I freeze in shock
My Reeboks won't budge though I want em to move
My mind saying to my body fuck run out your shoes
Punching my tool I hear the sirens getting closer
Why'd I decide to ride with my toaster?
Usually I'm cool and calm with my composure
Stupidly I lose my mind and say it's over, it's over
I take a breath, put my heater to my head
There's no escaping death
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
I sit down next to Damon, put my gun to my head
Thinking to myself all it takes is one and I'm dead
And the someone just said, "Stop, freeze, please don't do it! "
I look up, see cop cars and some DT Buicks
All I see is a sea of blue, a bunch of guns drawn
With a man in a stance, in his hands a bullhorn
"I'm Officer Crout, wait, let's talk this out."
I reply, "What the fuck is there to talk about? "
"There's plenty to talk about, it's not as bad as you think."
You don't know the hank man, you ain't my dad and my shrink
In a blink my anger shifts from me to them
He can see I won't feed into it and speak as friends
An evil grin comes to my face, his eyes shocked
Fuck it, why not? I'd rather lie inside a box
Take my nine, aim it at them as time just stops
It's not a suicide, man, but suicide by the cops
(feat. Sean Price, Jus Allah & Doujah Raze)
[Intro: Sean Price]
Yeah... Peace to the god, Jus Allah
Doujah Raze, what up?
Snowgoons (Peace)
Boot Camp... what up?
German Lugers... aiyyo...
[Verse 1: Sean Price]
The god send you back to the Earth from which you came
Backsmack Earth, wind, fire and rain
Elemental, the god get busy to instrumentals
Yeah you get busy, but that's all in your mental
I sent you a note sayin', "Son, don't rhyme"
You ain't listen, in turn he got burnt with the nine
Here's a gun, there's a gun, just... everywhere's a gun
I guess everybody pussy, scared to shoot a fair one
I will Larry Holmes your dome, Shane Mosley your homey
Felix Trinidad your dad, duke you don't know me
Riddick Bowe my ho, punch the bitch in the face
Run up on her like anime, eat this cake
Eat this eight, slugs inside of your mug
Got the Eagle from Balegal plus I'm puffin' on drugs
I'll wrap your dome, no dough, no rap
Freebies get VD, yo ass get "clap," P!
[Chorus: x2]
[M.O.P.:] "We got guns!"
[Tony Yayo:] "Got them German Lugers, with them hollow tips"
[M.O.P.:] "Guns!"
[Jus Allah:] "Put a fuckin' bullet in your lips, swallow this!"
[Verse 2: Jus Allah]
Are your parents home? You're not old enough to be left alone
May I come in? I have to use the telephone
So, what's to do 'round here for fun?
I know, show me where dad keeps the guns
Look inside the barrel, I think it's not loaded
Pull the trigger back, here, hold it
Oops, my bad, you're fuckin' dead now, look what you did
A little soul, arose up out the little kid
Are you a bad ghost or a good ghost?
Man I'm bored, I gotta go now, thanks, you've been a good host
Now time to light the good smoke
Aww shit, I left the bag of trees in my other cloak
I'm tryin' to get blazed, what the fuck's on? P and Doujah Raze
Each second I'm sober is like days
I need the bright green haze inside my head
So I can laugh about your silly little child that's dead
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Doujah Raze]
Take a toke, this perfect
When I fill my lungs with the smoke and start workin'
Leave the mic hurtin', murkin' on you mercenaries
You ain't got no rhymes duke, searchin' through the dictionary, keep my diction scary
Peep the visionary as I creep precision carry through the deep
I throw shade on your sleep, yeah
Come one, come all, it's the bumrush
You can find your face on the floor with your lung dust
The fuck? These mic skills are no frills
And I don't need the hype of the blow and no pills
And I can take a flight 'cross the ocean, no bills
And I can keep my height through the low with no ills
And I can build overseas with the boom
Sean P., Doujah Raze, Jus Allah in the room, yeah
Smokin' boom, gettin' regular
Tryin' to get some food for the show, madness, et cetera, yeah
[Outro: Doujah Raze]
Snowgoons... DJ Illegal
Dat... We up in Germany
Deutschland, muthafuckas
Now I ain't gon' make this easy if you got health complications
Stick chords with my pitchfork, it's Hell's obligation
I'm like Ming the Merciless; when the bullets sting
They'll be hurtin' less than the flames cause they'll be burnin' flesh
Scorchin' the hair off your scalps and faces
Now your crew looks like Onyx as leukemia patients
Too much lighter fluid'll do it, explode your whole chest
Leave you "Black on Both Sides" like we barbecuin' Mos Def!
And I don't hate people by race color or creed
To put it simple, I'm just hatin' every motherfuckin' thing that breathes
And I'm so raw, I make everything in the freezer look well done
Celph Titled is hell son, psychopath with a welding gun
And we ain't holdin' back, we holdin' macs
M-1, 12 gauge and a couple G-36 HK's
And they blaze, every round off; bullets fly
Hit your best man and shoot your bitch's wedding gown off
Who?! - The fuck wanna war with our crew?
What?! - The fuck y'all cats gonna do?
When! - We start to fire the lead
Where! - Your thoughts rest inside of your head
Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun
You just, fucked up, look what, you've done
(Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun)
(You just, fucked up, look what, you've done)
You're not a dunn, you're a white kid named Dan
Tossed you and your fam through an industrial fan
It's Majik Most, now everybody knows who I am
German fans, SoundScan puttin' money in my hand
I'm the type to host a luncheon in a dungeon, man
And torture your grandma while I'm munchin', man
I'll rip you out the picture like a dolphin Dolph Lundgren
I'll battle you, your crew, your gay-ass cousin
My name buzzin' on the streets? Nah, that's my chainsaw
Wrap your head in C-4, launch it off the seesaw
You never seen raw before, I deattach your skull
Now you look like Skeletor with a positive AIDS test
Stressed out, you get punched in your mouth
Punt heads up North, and they land down South
With your body in the desert you won't be so fresh
When vultures pick at your neck and have a picnic in your chest
Who?! - The fuck wanna war with our crew?
What?! - The fuck y'all cats gonna do?
When! - We start to fire the lead
Where! - Your thoughts rest inside of your head
Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun
You just, fucked up, look what, you've done
(Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun)
(You just, fucked up, look what, you've done)
Yeah, yo
Now, let's get it straight nigga the name's Celph Titled
Don't just hold weight, this man right here hold chrome plates
And gun parts, assorted explosives
That take you out of your body, talkin' to Jesus like Joseph
And I'll split up your skull into fragments from the gat pressure
Cause you don't even look evil, you just a bad dresser
When me and Majik Most shoot up and grip tecs
We shoot until your polyester shirt turn to fishnet!
Yo, wanna know the difference? Yo, just check this
I'm a star in a stretch limo, you know my steez
You at the bus terminal with a terminal disease
I crush your egg chest, leave your face faceless
Neck brace and abrasions, your face in the pavement
You'll be pavin' the way, for Teethless Entertainment
You think you're the Rainman? I'm reignin', like Raiden
Raisin' my hands, shootin' lightning bolts at your fam
Who?! - The fuck wanna war with our crew?
What?! - The fuck y'all cats gonna do?
When! - We start to fire the lead
Where! - Your thoughts rest inside of your head
Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun
You just, fucked up, look what, you've done
(Left fist, right fist, one gun, two gun)
(*German sample in the background*)
Yeah, check it out; Snowgoons
You know what I'm sayin', Kamachi
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's the fucking deal?
The Snowgoons (Snowgoons)
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', Kamachi
Big Virt (Yeah, yeah)
Jus Allah (Yeah, nigga)
Yo, after doin' the lawn my death gospel sings
It's what I serve the kings, I'm an angel with dirty wings
From Hell's church fiddled with bells work
Chief just invert, we crush the earth
We love to kill like you love the dirt
Code red alert, the guns go berserk
Bring the sensimilla and meet me after work
I'll write another verse and send another curse
Philly to Boston, Jersey to Germany
Walk the Autobahn with a bomb screaming, “Emergency”
High like the heavens cause that's where I prefer to be
DJ Illegal, cut, start the surgery
It's murder in the thirty-third degree
Juju Mob, Kamach you heard you of me
(And we the rawest muhfuckin' click in the felt)
(The real motherfuckers better recognize real)
(The real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real, real, real)
Bring your whole squad we starve 'em, fuck it, who wants some?
Pawn 'em like the spectre of death we reppin' Boston
Smash y'all motherfuckers, you can't touch us
The flow fill your ears 'till your skull and brain rupture
Pain slashin' cut you, get the cat of nine tails
Fills the rhyme grill, stab your heart with nine nails
You faggots spittin' fabrications, figments of imagination
You won't get the picture until I flip and smash your face in
Throw you down a flight of stairs, stab you with a Viking spear
Your whole cipher's scared cause they know the Titan's here
The church clothes blood-stainin' 'em when I'm aiming them
Spittin' metal that'll penetrate your cranium
Tried saving them, but fuck that, now I'm maimin' 'em
Mutilation shootin' for God and making moves for Satan
Next I'm breaking makin' his body abandon his spirit
Started swingin' on you motherfuckers like Manny Ramirez
(The real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real)
Return your motherfucking soul before my next blunt gets rolled
I eat you motherfuckers whole before the blood gets cold
Truth be told, you talk like a two years old
Same shit you wanna hold like the purest of gold
When my rhyme begins everything that's on your mind ends
Each line from the vines like vitamins
Every message from Allah is like medicine
Every one of them could purify the Devil's sins
Fuck the fool, you probably flunked pre-school
We ain't equals, I ain't readable
You're one step above your own mother feeding you
Unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal
You couldn't get this high without a fucking needle
And a fuckin' supply to fry three people
(Like M.O.P., nigga, I'll mash you out)
(And we the rawest muhfuckin' click in the felt)
(The real motherfuckers better recognize real)
(You're fuckin' with the wrong clan and the wrong man)
(Real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real, real)
[Verse 1:]
Stepping off a cloud, I'm coming out the smoke fumes
My soldiers march, if you didn't know you'll know soon
Big Luger big bang Calico tunes
From the California sun but I'm down with Snowgoons
Official Boombap rowdy show tunes
Dr. Green Thumb makes the medicine grow bloom
Consume maps, planets, snacks, intergalactic rap
Y'all rhyme words but it's really a nap
I'm foolish with a knife, silly with an axe
Stupid with a sword, you should really relax
Flying guillotine apt to put your grill in your lap
But I'm trying my best to avoid [? ]
So it's top shelf double shot sip it wicked
Rakaa's on the way now get that ticket
Golden State concert, straight instant mix it
Instructions are the simplest, just add liquid
[Chorus:]
Aww shit
It's a Snowgoons stampede
What up what up
It's a Snowgoons stampede
We jump out of the Trojan Horse, bring you that heat
Fucking Goons stampede
[Verse 2:]
Snowgoons storm out like a hazardous blizzard
Attacking the blisters, removing unscratchable itches
We're misplaced like a monogamous cock in an orgy
Bury rappers, piss on their graves
What you fuckers thought it was forty?
I spit with massive aggression, crap on discretion
Faggots are wetted to leaving the fucking masses infected
A dramatic regression, these maggots get shredded
They make me so sick in the head my shrink need a shrink after the session
Fucking rappers is ass and plastic [? ] screams
Trying to get hooked to the hooks like [? ]
All these chip-making faggots are trapped in the hit machine
I'll be smashing every track in my path into smithereens
These new musical tumors that will spread
Wouldn't get me hard if I was fucking Medusa in the head
Hold the torch in these dark ages
Thousands of vocal chords make a [? ]
Soon as the goons jump out of the Trojan Horse
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
[? ] hand him the Ritalin, sinister spit
Technician, key in ignition, swerving and [? ]
Picture perfect paragraphs, grab the axe, chop their skull
Hannibal-like cannibal type yell out quick fast
Head blasts off like NASA
My mental in a fast car, speed driven lyricism pass off
Before I pass out, go blue, black out
Snowgoons mad clout rap route
I took to kill any in my vicinity, enemy, friend of me
Family member, preacher, pastor my tongue will speak or blast ya
Which one, ether? Acid?
Should I feed you bastards?
What you need for rappers? Rap steady classics
Show off as if my shit [? ] my spit
Taking off cockpit systems so the [? ] solar system
Who had [? ] mission
[Verse 1: Virtuoso]
Virtuoso I rock the planet like the Mars Rover
Slash your body, turn it to a scar sculpture, brimstone bar sofa
Syllables, unkillable carcass, flow vulture
Swallow your own pistol, the nine milly throat culture
You bitches got no culture, no future
I'm a do you a favour and execute you losers
Using German Lugers, future of the human race
Snowgoons facing impending doom
Take all of your greatest minds in line and send them to the moon
To be colonized, bringing model fly bitches to sodomize
The rest of you sorry souls are lobotomized
God is alive, transcending reality's fabric
I twist it and bend it, I'm tripping balls like Hendrix
You're useless like an appendix, my crew is more nuts than ten dicks
Suspended in time like a pendulum
I'm redefining my paradigm to include a pair of dimes at all times
Put heaters to [? ] nines
The Karlheinz verdict is guilty of war crimes
No more nice guy, clips that I spit off kill
Lyrically ruthless, my regiments like Kim Jong Il
Spill Henny with no chaser, y'all like grape juice in sippy cups
Twisting up some piff to puff laying back while my dick gets sucked
I'm mister what the fuck I wanna do I do it
Leave you crew and clique spayed and neutered
Laying, losing blood, and puking
Hanging on to life by two strands, you can do one of two things
Get pushed down the mountain or kiss the crown, it's the new king
[Verse 2: Young Haze]
Who but me iller? Silverback Gorilla
You a dead man walking like Mike Jack in Thriller
To body another rapper, my pleasure
Don't rate him with me nigga, his style just don't measure
Came to the conclusion that hip hop's mine
[? ] you know the ziplock kind
Yo I had to play the field, had to pitch that dime
Assault with a deadly weapon? Yeah, I did that crime
So if you think something's sweet come try me
I'm a let your face ride the shotty, it'll be a body
And I put in knife work, he a bitch, get him a tight skirt
I let loose until the clock jerk
I been riding around since I was a day tall
Coward niggas run, real niggas play ball
It's Young Haze and Snowgoons
[Verse 1:]
Welcome to the chamber, I live danger and bleed anger
The chokehold put you to sleep, the street strangler
Open up my skull on the beat and release bangers
We're Snowgoons and Savage we creep, you meet your maker
Never trust a gift horse, I tell them hoes to get lost
Your record label's a pimp, every show is a trick off
People say your album is sick, how much you get for it?
I ain't rich but I'm a boss, I still floss without the [? ] Porsche
Sharp blades make em shake cause my weight is off the Richter
I punch fake in the face and put hatred in the [? ] jar
I play the tape to tracing your face and make em crisscross
Eighty-eight kids get on their knees and suck my dick off
Bottom line, once you sign that dotted line
They ain't gotta hide, they'll open the gates and leave you sodomized
I'm not surprised they hate me because they love me
When I kick shit you still pick it up like you playing rugby
[Chorus:]
You either stand like a man or lay down like a bitch
We in the streets wilding burning the piff
Fuck the police, pleading the fifth
Here's a gift, we on that Trojan Horse shit
You either stand like a man or lay down like a bitch
We in the streets wilding burning the piff
Fuck the police, pleading the fifth
Here's a gift, we on that Trojan Horse shit
[Verse 2:]
We still in the street fuckers, we still hungry
I'm trying to see money, yo let me see money
I leave his nose runny, limbs shaking
Gotta get this dough man, my stomach's aching
And half these rappers are soft like baked pastries
I walk alone in this zone, strike like Royce Gracie
This is what the concrete made me
Fucking concrete baby, spawn born in the eighties
Violence on the TV raised me
And I ain't got a cent for the last album, that shit's crazy
But I keep it moving, I feel like murdering something
Man this act's stupid, full of that fire fluid
[? ] cocked back
Loud mouth leave you with soothers, the crowd mover
Mark the block, fuck the cops
Burning the buddha, Duke Nuke ya and spit fire like King Koopa
[Verse 1]
I’m in the pitch black with midnight marauder
Play it low but I will kidnap your daughter
I take what’s mine, I don’t wait around for any offers
Fresh off a world tour like I just ran for office
I’m on some Jedi Mind shit, this is brain slaughter
Insane author, publisher and paint torture
Never be a ghost, remain in my physical form
Go to war with anybody, this is Desert Storm
You never catch me talking shit on a message forum
But if your man got words I got a message for him
Official pistol lifts you, slip yo, rip through bone
tissue
Twist you, separate your fucking nerves when the chrome
hits you
So if you got grown issues then state your biz
You got beef? Then claim it, don’t say that it’s his
You got faith in God? Then pray that you live
You like to walk with the Devil? Then ? it is
You pick your poison, I’ll sip a potion and spit an
ocean
Keep your neck inside my palm and watch me rip it open
You bitches hoping the barrel smoking will get me
choking
But I’m a goon by blood, that shit’ll get me focused
[Chorus]
If you insane in the membrane waving an M16 with a beam
Get your money up
If you got beef and reach where you eat and you sleep
Niggas deep when they creep
Get your gully up
If you a soldier, a rider provider, and ride for the
cause, you the boss
Get your money up
If you’re insane full of rage with a gauge still
trapped in a cage all day
Get your gully up
[Verse 2]
If I push snow at the Snowgoons it wouldn’t be illegal
Would Illegal come through with more goons and the
Desert Eagles
My people be shovelling bodies right up off the
sidewalk
All of the above my nigga, let’s get these ? off
Never the type to see beef and slide off
Only happened once, they tried to cut my life short
But now I’m thirty-one with a dirty gun
Four kids deep, I dare you niggas to hurt just one
One is enough to get your cranium cracked
I bulldoze like ? range with a bat
I came for the cash and I ain’t leaving broke now
My gasmask is made of glass bitch I’m focused now
Warchild more foul, I’m caving your gums in
More wild Trojan Horse style, trample gunmen
Nigga and my dungeon filthy
? knowing motherfuckers is guilty
In a courtroom with a pitchfork and a spoon
Feasting off all the blood that was ? in the womb
Orbit the moon, I’m ? with a torch in your tomb
Cremating your soul, hope they choke off the fumes
[talking: Rasul Allah]
Lost Children of Babylon
Snowgoons
(You'll burn if we shoot ya)
Sunz of Man, the Killah Priest
Maccabeez, Wu-Tang
[Rasul Allah:]
I was consumed by the eternal flames of the sacred fire
Out of war with Mazda, within the temples of Sebastiyeh
Where I met four Samarian Priests
The Killah Priest from the Middle East
That deciphered Cuneiform from the walls of Chaldea
And was given forty keys of the Annunaki to unlock the seal of Solomon
Left stranded in the desert with my cheddard dick
Where soon pyramids form in the form of sandstorm
The God was born
In the volcano surrounded by brimstone
Conceived through a sea of lava
And when he spoke words of wisdom;
He spit magma that could extinguish the sun
I recite a pack of ultra-violet radiation into the ancient hills of Ethiopia
And receive the Ark of the Covenant
The holy Shaman that speaks words of the holy Prophet
Muhammad (pbuh)
Rasul Allah nigga
[Hooks: Samples]
Straight up we serve justice
So if you can't be trusted
May you return with a death wish
["Comics, slums, Saddam, Hussein"]
["Faces of the public scream for justice"]
Straight up Snowgoons serve justice
So if you can't be trusted
May you return with a death wish
[Killah Priest:]
My sword will decapitate your head before it falls off
Kick your chest back and snatch you by your hair
Like a phat money stack, then I slam it to the canvas
Watch your blood splatter over the canvas
Priest does damage, I push your soul through the planet
Murder verses run rampant
The devil's fingerprints upon my handscript
The death of evangelist, once the black candle's are lit
I sit in your living room with my hand on the fifth
I'm said to be like 'Jack the Ripper' but only sicker
This rap killer just off remove your body members
I stretch you way outta normal figure
Then I cut you open, have your organs for dinner
You'll be more than injured when you enter into a battle
I come correct
(Ol' Dirty Bastard sample "Brooklyn Zoo")
"Slacking on your back cause raw's what you lack
You wanna react? Bring it on back... "
That means beware, I'm prepared for slaughter
Or the respirator, be breathing for ya, straight torture
Killah Priest the killing machine and I'm the author
Priest with German Luger, be the shooters
So turn to us the future niggas
[Hooks: Samples]
[Richard Raw:]
I slit your throat with a butcher knife
Then I puncture your chest with a rusty spike
I pierce your neck with a javelin
Then watch you start babbling
That's the pints of blood start traveling
I sleep in a skin-covered casket
The African spear throw, oh yes I drink acid
I kidnap Catholics and I wrap 'em in plastic
Then I piss on you all to you bastards
I was born in a black straightjacket
The Priest's hand I'm holding the black ratchet
On the Black Sabbath with black rabbits following
Skin omen, behold the Ghetto Solomon
Hear the voices from the graves keep hollering
I'm Neolithic but my brain is much modern
Yelling "Origami" I dress you up like a Jew
Then send you to a Palestinian army
We back again y'all
Prepare for the bum rush soldiers let your guns bust
Only if the reason or the meaning isn't unjust
Yo this season we grinding to stack funds up
In German accounts and dollar amounts that some trust
The four foolish excellent we the next movement
No one gets the cream cause we don't spit like the rest do it
This here is uncut raw with no perfects to it
Saint over the sinners my name better be next to it
I bring the pain like a stomach dosser
Or like a full speed eighteen-wheeler coming to run 'em over
Fuck a king cause I'm about the shit
Better get a power trip like a dirty cop with a gun and holster
Homie I don't need to stun or a ton of promotions
Stomp the streets like I run with a hundred soldiers
Live with the Snowgoons crew
Flashy competition at they throats
Pouring vex in they wounds too
Let's go now
We run the streets eternally
From the Carolin' slums to the streets of Germany
We moving in silence the reason we don't speak
Like the old sitting ghost (still waters run deep)
Still waters run deep (still waters run deep)
They say the people that move in silence are often the smartest and most complicated ones
Yo real talk
You can listen to the elements and tell that Rakim's an influence
More compelling than the fella telling his criminal doing
I ain't selling like the fellas in Eminem unit
But you probably think I was based on the women I'm screwing
I never lose focus I'm a song writing specialist
Delivering messages to y'all like receptionists
My weapon's my intelligence homie you ain't hard
You came in like? fans saying they selling it naw
Been earning my stripes ever since the age of nine
So much that it looks like Adidas wore pape but I'm
Known for my major griming my persistence plus
Nobody out there rhyme like Supastition cause
I walk the lines of Southern and East Coast rap
Influenced by both but don't deny it like most cats
Hell yea I'm talking to you
The only they call me underground cause labels don't know how to market the truth
Listen
All y'all corny producers might as well pack up your MPC right now
It's over man
The Snowgoons they don't leave the record shot with one crate
They take the whole store home to chop and truncate
They murder the baseline and doctor the drum breaks
So literally hiding possibly unsafe
Hot enough to sunbathe in German snowstorms
Mentally vexed physically we in pro form
Respect we receives on the level of a god
I've been federally charged as a rebel with a cause
People never would've thought- I would end up a super MC
An old school flow but you can see the future in me
A different grind see I grind in the streets
You still at home mad as fuck grinding your keeps
You grind for the limelight I rhyme for relief
Your way past your prime I'm climbing to my peak uh
If I ever spit it weak somebody body snatch me
I probably with the Snowgoons homie hollar at me
So next you see me and the Snowgoons in the spot
And we ain't speaking or talking a lot
That means we just focused on taking that number one spot
[Intro:]
I put a spell on you (I had a dream) and now you're mine.
That this business cast a spell on everybody (you can't stop the things I do) so that we didn't know what we were listening to or doing; we just did it like zombies but huh...
[Verse 1:]
Fuck a rap crew, I'm solo because I choose to
Who you? Rearrange your whole state, voodoo
Mind flew over the cuckoo when I came through
Out the womb that my momma raised me in
I grew into a fine specimen, a lady reckoning
A new flow, you messing with the femme fatale
Gettin' loud, pseudo, fell from the north coast
Where most don't go though
Quote me, I got a couple followers like Frodo
I know those that wanna get close so take a photo
I'm mobile, I move in real time while y'all slo-mo
I'm overseas getting these euros, fuck promos
You're rocking these lines like they're yours but they're not though
I got no patience for waiting, I want it pronto
You cast a spell on kids like Willy Wonka
I thought the point of this life was pointless
Till I sat down and focused
Wrote this in a dream then I woke up
[Chorus:]
I put a spell on you
[Scratching]
[Verse 2:]
The biz cast a spell it's well done who it is
It's me they caught now watch me rock with the kids
I fought my way but at the top she's a bitch
Pull magical powers that make you switch like this
With symbol of a slave on the wrist like Prince
Put money in the bank but your soul's heartless
You backstage diva but your rhymes don't fit
That shit'll get played real quick, yup
I know a few of y'all that know what I mean
Yeah, I know the rest of you is chasing the green
Yup, I know that some of y'all are caught in between
I'm rocking a dream, the truth of the scheme
But it's the speed, what, I got a sell, write a tale of my own so
Even if I don't pay rent I'm still global
Even if I don't blow I still made my mark on the game
Broke the spell while y'all cats stay local
