| Stepping off a cloud, I’m coming out the smoke fumes
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| My soldiers march, if you didn’t know you’ll know soon
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| Big Luger big bang Calico tunes
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| From the California sun but I’m down with Snowgoons
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| Official Boombap rowdy show tunes
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| Dr. Green Thumb makes the medicine grow bloom
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| Consume maps, planets, snacks, intergalactic rap
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| Y’all rhyme words but it’s really a nap
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| I’m foolish with a knife, silly with an axe
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| Stupid with a sword, you should really relax
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| Flying guillotine apt to put your grill in your lap
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| But I’m trying my best to avoid
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| So it’s top shelf double shot sip it wicked
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| Rakaa’s on the way now get that ticket
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| Golden State concert, straight instant mix it
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| Instructions are the simplest, just add liquid
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| Aww shit
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| It’s a Snowgoons stampede
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| What up what up
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| It’s a Snowgoons stampede
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| We jump out of the Trojan Horse, bring you that heat
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| Fucking Goons stampede
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| Snowgoons storm out like a hazardous blizzard
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| Attacking the blisters, removing unscratchable itches
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| We’re misplaced like a monogamous cock in an orgy
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| Bury rappers, piss on their graves
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| What you fuckers thought it was forty?
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| I spit with massive aggression, crap on discretion
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| Faggots are wetted to leaving the fucking masses infected
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| A dramatic regression, these maggots get shredded
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| They make me so sick in the head my shrink need a shrink after the session
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| Fucking rappers is ass and plastic screams
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| Trying to get hooked to the hooks like
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| All these chip-making faggots are trapped in the hit machine
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| I’ll be smashing every track in my path into smithereens
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| These new musical tumors that will spread
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| Wouldn’t get me hard if I was fucking Medusa in the head
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| Hold the torch in these dark ages
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| Thousands of vocal chords make a
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| Soon as the goons jump out of the Trojan Horse
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| hand him the Ritalin, sinister spit
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| Technician, key in ignition, swerving and
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| Picture perfect paragraphs, grab the axe, chop their skull
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| Hannibal-like cannibal type yell out quick fast
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| Head blasts off like NASA
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| My mental in a fast car, speed driven lyricism pass off
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| Before I pass out, go blue, black out
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| Snowgoons mad clout rap route
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| I took to kill any in my vicinity, enemy, friend of me
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| Family member, preacher, pastor my tongue will speak or blast ya
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| Which one, ether? |
| Acid?
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| Should I feed you bastards?
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| What you need for rappers? |
| Rap steady classics
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| Show off as if my shit my spit
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| Taking off cockpit systems so the solar system
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| Who had mission
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| Beheading your force for sport, Trojan Horse |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goons Stampede , by - Rakaa. Song from the album The Best of Snowgoons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп