| I spit sick verses that cause a worldwide panic
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| In Germany, they love me like Jermaine loves Janet
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| The way that I spray a typical passage
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| Remains unexplained like Aramaic tablets
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| I animate a canvas
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| Freeze words like icicles from a Appalachian cavern
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| To the streets of Brooklyn, that’s the esthetic
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| My speech reaches the African beaches, the flow’s pandemic
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| Got non athletic, I’m so authentic
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| You’re a relic, a clone, don’t get your bone’s augmented
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| I’m a soldier from the east with a toaster full of heat
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| That’ll roast ya over and over till your chromosomes start to leak
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| I rock from the slow groove
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| Rock to a show tune
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| Travel the black forest on black horses with my Snowgoons
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| A hundred mile per hour Autobahn rhyme flow
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| I shine like Biggie tribute T-shirts with the rhymes on
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| My kicks stay clean, I spit so mean
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| From head to toe it’s a go like green
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| Grass in morning, when you rap I be yawning
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| Get this cat here a coffin
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| I’m a myth brought to life a whisky fifth over ice
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| What I spit is precise
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| Richie Rich would gripe
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| Cause my doe isn’t right but my flow is so tight
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| Like coochie from a dyke, I’m unruly with a mic
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| Illuminati prolly watch me from rooftops at night
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| Cause I’m pro freedom, like Martin Luther getting sniped
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| In the cross hairs of life, my goons travel in packs
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| With chains, knives, bats, yo we’re back
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| From Berlin to where my crews be on you with a rhyme
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| catch an atomic bomb to your spine
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| The crypt keeper, sick teacher I spit ether
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| Split Beamers who can’t fuck a track with a limp weiner
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| Let the fifth lean ya like a heron fiend
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| Get your spot blown up like an Enron scheme |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Snowgoons Sonata, artist - Snowgoons. Album song German Lugers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп