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(*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
Itâs what I serve the kings, Iâm an angel with dirty wings
From Hellâs 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
Iâll write another verse and send another curse
Philly to Boston, Jersey to Germany
Walk the Autobahn with a bomb screaming, âEmergencyâ
High like the heavens cause thatâs where I prefer to be
DJ Illegal, cut, start the surgery
Itâs 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 yâall motherfuckers, you canât 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 wonât 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 cipherâs scared cause they know the Titanâs here
The church clothes blood-stainin' 'em when Iâm aiming them
Spittin' metal thatâll penetrate your cranium
Tried saving them, but fuck that, now Iâm maimin' 'em
Mutilation shootin' for God and making moves for Satan
Next Iâm 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 thatâs 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 Devilâs sins
Fuck the fool, you probably flunked pre-school
We ainât equals, I ainât readable
Youâre one step above your own mother feeding you
Unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal
You couldnât 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)
(Real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real, real, real)
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