Road Warriors - Snowgoons

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Snowgoons

Sweetenberg

Well ride

It is what is, dawg

Turn around land

(Over here!)

To east river

(Over here!)

Get the stage.

It is what is!

I spit fire when I jump in the booth

Straight arsonist, I’m highly marketed to the underground, it’s targeted

Rhymes get better with time, I put my heart in it

Don’t swine when I dine but this microphone I’m hogging it

Twenty-two days on the road, lifestyle out of control

Like a baker I’m getting this dough

Another country, another hole, more drama

In the hotel killing that Bush like Osama

Punch and the Snowgoons, we keep the crowd moving

The hottest, we not losing, we don’t give a bumsen

Choosing to be the Scheiße, we all riding

Your rap career’s the reason the rap game’s dying

Don’t knock brothers, we hustle with block huggers

My niggas coming for that head like a cocksucker

All wack ass rappers we straight riding

Go against the Road Warriors and you’re dying

Burn the rubber, let no man put us under

Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder

We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smoulder you

We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors

Yo Sadat X, me and Berg connect

The Goonsnow and balloons the flow come at your neck most direct

A major problem that your department cannot correct

You’re sick as heck, the black David Berkowitz

I roam the set, comb the stretch for known threats

Uphold the rep, the chosen vets compose a sketch for swollen checks yes

Sittng in your rap inside a folder on my desk

So you best, the pony express?

It’s wordless so each word is curved liked an S

Get strangled till your last word float off your last breath

You’re lower than earthworms come out of dead flesh

At the venue extra fresh on the?

signing breasts

Every ghetto, every city, every borough, every hood

It’s all just unwritten, everybody understood

And think you’re sweet if you can like Little Engine That Could

Hit the road and flood the engine Warriors hey yo what’s good

Splash fest, splash on her chest, stain up her yes

The cowboy range is the world

Get drunk, see Earl

Mom you not safe, blow the whole eighth, Sadat flossing

One to the nozzle, cash rule everything around me

Dude wanna pound me, these faggots are (?) y’all know the voice

I drink off the vine man, might stay in the Rhineland

With Ana and Gretta, she touched me, I let her

Many moves, Snowgoons, Snobodies, you’re all funny moneys

To bills with George face, see the benjies, all lits ass, same in the sky

The apple of my mama eye, I get high?

Of course Atlanta gonna burn, I holla and she don’t say a word

Play the odds, how the fuck you gonna play the gods?

Understand the cowboy rides alone

You get hit with the stone, fuck that you gonna bury your own