Snowgoons Ft. Army of the Pharaohs, Ill Bill, Fredro Starr, Reks - The Legacy | Текст песни

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• Snowgoons Ft. Army of the Pharaohs, Ill Bill, Fredro Starr, Reks
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[Verse 1: Esoteric]
Esoteric is a life taker, deck you with a haymaker
Widow maker, camouflaged wind-breaker
Savage apparel for the hazardous Pharaoh
AOTP keep your bullet trapped in a barrel
Go ahead and circle your wagons while I'm reversing your patterns
Ski mask flow, I do everything in murderous fashion (bloaw!)
Perfect assassin, ghost protocol, Ethan Hunt
Demigod putting bodies in the trunk

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
Powdered out, Coka Nostra, scraping up the white lines
Outta town local yokels, hating from the sidelines
Light up a murder verse, fire like a burning church
Microphones sorta like a scalpel when the surgeon works
Gimme perverted nurses and librarians
Knowledge born through caesarian, Luciferian
Billy Crystal, who compares to him?
Shooting Romans out their chariots, always prepared to win

[Verse 3: Godilla]
Rise of the phoenix, or an iron butterfly
Evidently proof our legacy couldn't die
No shook and jive, I took my time
Don't look behind, from books from lines, no hooks, just rhymes
A simpler time defined, by vinyl and boom box
Write a banger like the heat outta the shoe box
Technology killing the art like Shug did 2Pac
So i brought freedom to the back alleys and rooftops

[Verse 4: Fredro Starr]
Ayo it's real in the hood, blood spills by the liters
You can run to the store, get killed for Adidas
Why I keep more guns than Gilbert Arenas
Four-five or ninas, like I fill with heaters
Rather be on stage rockin filled up arenas than
Stuck in the hood, fiends still trying to beat us
Hardcore bitches catch chills when they meet us
Overcrowded jail cells fill with repeaters [?]

[Verse 5: Sicknature]
Sicknature throw a party (where)
Out the window like "Get the fuck out!"
Snowgoons, frost giants, show 'em what Ragnarok 'bout
Party turns independent, fuck a piece of crap at the major
We'll have your fucking ass on a stick like Vlad the Impaler
Industry rapper acting like puppets on chloroform
Call yourself monsters, you nothing but muppets and pokemon
Ya ain't spooky, my legacy tunes is killer cold fruity
Not even ten global warmings could melt the Snowgoonies

[Verse 6: Punchline]
I'll bring forth a legacy for y'all to remember me
Deposit made to the bank of your memory
Attitude fuck the world like Ron Jeremy
Add to the fact that I need sex therapy
Era be etched in stone Face unknown
I'm famous, for breathing life to the microphone
Metaphors and rhymes, hard on my grind
On my tombstone write the greatest of all time

[Verse 7: REKS]
My name REKS, I bear the flag for the bottom of the bottle
The gone and forgotten brothers million man marching
I'm a marksmen, showoff darts and red category
Add up all these rappers you'll be hard pressed to rep before me
Pawns be birthed in the laboratory
Somewhere in the M.A.-chaching, chaching-assachusetts
As you choose who you in the booth with, be wary of me
Momma named me Cory, but you can call me Ruthless

[Verse 8: Thirstin Howl III]
Yeah yeah. Thirstin Howl the mother fucking third, on a Snowgoons tune (ha ha)
I'm the double-L, general, heaven, hell
Wedding bells, wear it well
Thirstin Howl, not no Gilligan shit
Never had a deal but I'm still in this bitch
Brownsville stripes, earned every one
Puerto Rican, sleepin, same cemetery pun
Big vig low, crazy catalogue
My main bitch pussy say Made in Panama

[Verse 9: Planetary]
Planetary, ATOP shit
Outer space, this is how it feels when the heat hit
Snowgoons shit, piece make the moon split
Even though the sun gonna shine when I move quick
I'm a living legacy that's heavily influenced
By the evils set through the tones of my music
I don't give two shits, y'all just irrelevant
This is my house we pulling guns for the settlement

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