| God I think the world is about to collapse! |
| C’mon
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| The buildings and walls are all falling
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| If you don’t know, you should by now
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| It’s the motherfucking Snowgoons (Snowgoons in the building)
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| And you’re rocking with Singapore Kane
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| And Slaine
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| Motherfucker fucking around no more
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| No one’s fucking around. |
| C’mon
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| It’s 2008 dummy
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| All eyes are staring at me, people watching the villain
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| They see me rising with the rebels to the top of the building
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| Being stuck down at the bottom is the vilest feeling
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| Desolate soul for vodka that’s swilling, popping the pilling
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| Jealously swirling in their eyes, they’re plotting to kill 'em
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| But I been there and believe me, I ain’t forgotten the feeling
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| I lived the dark nights and heard the paint drops from the ceiling
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| I mean the raindrops hang in ‘caine spots with dealers
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| Now fighting a different war, smoking less, sniffing more
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| Every week a different chore, every month a different tour
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| I got a gang of haters everyday I piss 'em off a little more
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| What you think I got a fucking pistol for
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| Jealousy’s a disease that affect my enemies
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| They’re scheming while they’re sipping on the Hennessy
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| Me, I’m overseas making G’s like I stick banks
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| Rocking mics, sniffing foreign coke out of Swiss Francs
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| We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation
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| When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement
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| The sons of Satan, keeping it rugged, fuck the debating!
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| What you talking about? |
| You weak! |
| Our fury is full of hatred
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| We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation
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| When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement
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| The sons of Satan, keeping it rugged, fuck the debating!
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| What you talking about? |
| You weak! |
| Our fury is full of hatred
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| It’s no benefits trying to test me and my affiliates
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| Soon as you consider it we smack dudes illiterate
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| Sidestep the petty shit, forever it’s a militant’s mission
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| To get the cheese and stretch it like mozzarella sticks
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| Test me, I’m ready, my girl got my machete
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| And she’s ready to cut your throat like Chequeta in Belly
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| You was hard as a rock, now you sweeter than jelly
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| No one believes the shit that you spit on your telly
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| Despite how you think it looks, I never play by the books
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| The silent kid in the room is really the biggest crook
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| Pulling out the biggest jux, fill every cranny and nook
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| Fight to the death with guns and knives and left hooks
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| Dude’s talk the talk but they don’t walk any similar
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| We’ll separate your soul from your body like oil and vinegar
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| High off the sticky, insane when I’m sober
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| Spit poison in my verse like killer cobras
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| The style raw, kick it rugged like its sting’ll crack your face
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| This demonic place, ditched me in hell what I create
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| This the rhyme squad, so my mind is gone with the wind
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| I’m better than half you rappers who faking it like pretend
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| To the end I’ma murder this, MC’s keep on observing this
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| I hear you bite my shit and they’re gonna find you where the murder was
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| I kick it ill sick twisted acapella when I rock a fella
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| Rolling with dime bitches and cock inhalers
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| My rhyme is torture, slowly pulling out your guts
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| While your whole body soaked in alcohol and paper cuts
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| Then the knife slides into your right thigh
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| You think you might die, you right, you see the visions of your life fly
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| Right past you, my clique’ll really bash you
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| Into your skull then suck your brains out like a vacuum
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| My backroom is filled with goons and street thugs
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| Killers hate love, swing at me coward, I’ll pull a straight thug
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| We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation
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| When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement
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| The sons of Satan, keeping it rugged, fuck the debating!
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| What you talking about? |
| You weak! |
| Our fury is full of hatred
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| We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation
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| When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement
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| The sons of Satan, keeping it rugged, fuck the debating!
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| What you talking about? |
| You weak! |
| Our fury is full of hatred
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| (Hatred, hatred) |