Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barbarian Ancestry, artist - Snowgoons. Date of issue: 07.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Barbarian Ancestry |
| Every verse I drop is heavy, I don’t think that y’all are ready |
| Honestly, more than half of my squad is deadly |
| I could get your legs chopped off a coffin |
| Never dropped a penny |
| You won’t catch me ducking any per smoke, I be puffing plenty |
| You should be aware of what I do is coming towards you |
| First of all, I grab the two-by-four and landlord you |
| Shit, that’s when I pop up in your room and board you |
| To all the rappers I should be working with |
| Sorry, I can’t afford you |
| I get cordial, sipping Cordial |
| But don’t be thinking I won’t end up the reason that your family members mourn |
| you |
| Don’t ever say that I never warned you |
| What’s happening now is I’mma succeed |
| Ahh shit, now the end is spoiled |
| I’m like a snake that’s coiled |
| Y’all whack plus fake, I’m great plus loyal |
| I’mma run up on his shop, busting this trap rapping destroy you |
| I know you know I’m better and I bet that shit annoy you |
| Snowgoons |
| I’m a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors |
| This is for the rum spillers and drug dealers |
| Ain’t no rappers eating 'round me like a broken jaw |
| MCs trying to be the best |
| I’m a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors |
| This is for the rum spillers and drug dealers |
| Emcees trying to be the best |
| And even in dying, couldn’t be this def |
| I’m a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors |
| This is for the rum spillers and drug dealers |
| Ain’t no rappers eating 'round me like a broken jaw |
| MCs trying to be the best |
| I’m a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors |
| This is for the rum spillers and drug dealers |
| Emcees trying to be the best |
| And even in dying, couldn’t be this def |
| The mission is clear |
| Envisioning an invasion of an intricate lyricism |
| With the wackest rappers living in fear |
| Keeping up with my wordplay, really just isn’t fair |
| I don’t care what he or her say, I deliver |
| I’ll de-liver you, then your worst ever on this Earth |
| For Kurt will be a Thursday |
| Yeah, I pick up the Bic and twist up words |
| Shit I spit is ballistic, he has a trap rap |
| I’m a word geek nerd, with cursed word speech |
| I’ll murder these nursery herbs |
| I’m top ten with a pen, |
| Snowgoons on the beat 'cause I’m naturally sick |
| So Sicknature killing the track is a practical fit |
| Every sixteen, pull out the killer until the last of the clip |
| When it’s my time it’s |
| When you pass me, you better dap up this mick |
| No, I didn’t expect to be this good |
| Though, you didn’t expect to be that lame |
| Ask Reef The Lost Cauze |
| I’ll out write ninety percent of the rap game |
| I’m a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors |
| This is for the rum spillers and drug dealers |
| Ain’t no rappers eating 'round me like a broken jaw |
| MCs trying to be the best |
| I’m a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors |
| This is for the rum spillers and drug dealers |
| Emcees trying to be the best |
| And even in dying, couldn’t be this def |