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Snowgoons feat. Virtuoso and Young Haze – Scar Sculpture lyrics

Posted by hatt on 3 November 2009, 5:32 pm

[Verse 1: Virtuoso]

Virtuoso I rock the planet like the Mars Rover
Slash your body, turn it to a scar sculpture, brimstone bar sofa
Syllables, unkillable carcass, flow vulture
Swallow your own pistol, the nine milly throat culture
You bitches got no culture, no future
I’mma do you a favour and execute you losers
Using German Lugers, future of the human race
Snowgoons facing impending doom
Take all of your greatest minds in line and send them to the moon
To be colonized, bringing model fly bitches to sodomize
The rest of you sorry souls are lobotomized
God is alive, transcending reality’s fabric
I twist it and bend it, I’m tripping balls like Hendrix
You’re useless like an appendix, my crew is more nuts than ten dicks
Suspended in time like a pendulum
I’m redefining my paradigm to include a pair of dimes at all times
Put heaters to ? nines
The Karlheinz verdict is guilty of war crimes
No more nice guy, clips that I spit off kill
Lyrically ruthless, my regiments like Kim Jong Il
Spill Henny with no chaser, y’all like grape juice in sippy cups
Twisting up some piff to puff laying back while my dick gets sucked
I’m mister what the fuck I wanna do I do it
Leave you crew and clique spayed and neutered
Laying, losing blood, and puking
Hanging on to life by two strands, you can do one of two things
Get pushed down the mountain or kiss the crown, it’s the new king

[Verse 2: Young Haze]

Who but me iller? Silverback Gorilla
You a dead man walking like Mike Jack in Thriller
To body another rapper, my pleasure
Don’t rate him with me nigga, his style just don’t measure
Came to the conclusion that hip hop’s mine
? you know the ziplock kind
Yo I had to play the field, had to pitch that dime
Assault with a deadly weapon? Yeah, I did that crime
So if you think something’s sweet come try me
I’mma let your face ride the shotty, it’ll be a body
And I put in knife work, he a bitch, get him a tight skirt
I let loose until the clock jerk
I been riding around since I was a day tall
Coward niggas run, real niggas play ball
It’s Young Haze and Snowgoons
Fuck with either one, you online like Protools, nigga

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Ill Bill, Virtuoso, and Slaine – I Don’t Mind lyrics

Posted by hatt on 25 July 2009, 11:41 am

[Intro: Slaine]

Good morning, America. Wake up!

[Chorus]

I don’t care, I don’t mind
I don’t care, I don’t mind

[Verse 1: Ill Bill]

Yo you awake, coffee addiction, prescriptions
Physically conscripted, a forty-plus hour long crucifixion
Some last longer, overtime
Secretaries of social cocaine, we so wired up, fired up
Wild, my apprentice is tremendous
The son of senators, son of Sam, son of terrorists
Son of Satan, Playstation, nuclear races
That crave hatred and disobey the rules of engagement
Marketing garbage pharmaceuticals for you to use
Through tools, due to schools, due to fools, due to news
Shoot monkeys into outerspace, homeless motherfuckers without a place
And billion dollar corporations race
For the blood-drenched finish line, the grand prize winners dine
Dancing, drinking the blood of their enemies as if it’s wine
The corporate moguls fist fuck the public
On your way to work, suicidal on the subway

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 2: Virtuoso]

Yo, cryogenically froze and awakened in time to hear the omen
Atmosphere corrosion, karma and bad credit explosion
Temperatures drop until the hemoglobin is cold in the veins of the chosen
Trying to tell me God watching me, save your hypocrisy
The deities ain’t given me, your gods don’t wanna talk to me
The government’s injection of the virus Omega
Had me copping dimes at bodega since the times of the Sega
So get a grip, learn your etiquette, don’t criticize the president
Or feel the heavy metal hit the FBI devils with
Fully automated robo-techs put holes in necks
And Muslims martyrs put explosives on their chests
But this is progress? If you got lessons you’d believe in God less
Can’t see any effort, it’s like the Loch Ness
Should I cock this Glock and spit hot rockets?
They don’t care as long as they make a profit

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 3: Slaine]

Hey yo the money’s in the medicine, the greed is in the government
War never stop, just the people that are running it
They’re cunning enough to change their techniques of what they did last year
They vary the next week as in how they control the minds of the pet sheep
Keep you in fear, dissemination, information that gets leaked
Smear campaigns paint righteous as ex-freaks
Genocide performed in a lab by tech geeks
Let’s speak about religious beliefs
Cause your leaders use these just to trigger the beast
Let the poor fight the war, to the victor the spoils
They got your blood on their hands plus they’re dripping with oil
So things are still the same for gangsters
But now you can get a script for pills if you’re anxious
Your doctor’s a drug dealer driving a Benz yo
Now he got you hooked on a benzo

[Chorus x 2]

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