Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Global Domination, artist - Snowgoons. Album song The Best of Snowgoons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопGlobal Domination |
| You don’t want us now we’re fucking you up I’m with the clique now |
| It’s T-dot running amok, hit you with sick styles |
| Coming for your daughters and sons with a crew of henchmen |
| I’m the father of your style with a gun got ammunition |
| I could never be stopped, you could never take my spot |
| But you can get shot, ask about me on the block |
| This the one realest Lhus never faking the funk |
| They be like son killed it punch it in the face of a chump |
| This is murder rap, the rebirth of bomb music |
| We connected to y’all with and |
| A nuisance, spark marijuana everyday |
| This Lord Lhus South Carolina born and raised |
| I’m a New York Giant, I tackle your front line |
| The shotgun clapping have you gagging on blood |
| My clique the morgue’ll have another toe to tag |
| Chop you up and stuff your head into the bowling bag |
| Show the flag with for global domination |
| Control the population, never fold to competition |
| I’m doper than a bundle if you dare to try |
| Better know I got the shovel and a bag of lye |
| My name’s Sean, a true product of the creep code |
| No matter what my heart will forever be cold |
| Jah through the jungle my people keep lurking |
| back to the death the fucking street urchin, we keep the heat bursting |
| They gonna kill us now we gonna kill them |
| We’re not guerrillas, we’re just real men |
| Real killers gripping heaters till your steel bends |
| Real recognise real but I don’t hear them |
| End of the world, end of the road, disappearing |
| Hanging from the end of the rope, this is where it ends |
| My friends were informants warrants |
| They caught me in a sting like a nest full of hornets |
| I’m not going to the bing, I’m going to war with |
| The Canadian government, judges and lawyers |
| I think God sit back watch and enjoy this |
| Destroy this hit the button the missile deployed with |
| Sicknature part of the goons platoon |
| If y’all interrupting we’re barging into this game with a marvellous boom |
| You’re better off embarking for doom |
| I’ll fuck your image up like it’s a true artist on shrooms |
| I ain’t stopping for less, thinking cause I’m sick I’ll be stuck in the bed |
| You dick faces are fucked in the head |
| Weekend releases, I’m reaping diseases, eager to eat this |
| snatching your chain leaving you pieceless |
| with prominent wishes stuck in the business |
| Shit is in reverse, you get your eye for the spinach |
| Got immaculate plans used to chill in Copenhagen |
| Now I crash through the gates of your cities like a battering ram |
| Total the damage of broken the planet awoken to panic |
| the chrome with the cannon |
| Brought the gun to show, they should’ve pat me down |
| Dead bodies on the floor, hope you’re happy now |
| Now the cops on the phone trying to talk me down |
| Will let the hot shit go, gonna let off a round |
| Vancouver to I hear you loud |
| Cop dope when the price is down |
| Look at your head it got a price on it now |
| I live the life that you’re writing about |
| See Pockets and the lights went out |
Artist lyrics: Snowgoons
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