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Snowgoons feat. Outerspace – Git Cha Gully Up lyrics

Posted by hatt on 11 November 2009, 11:57 am

[Verse 1]

I’m in the pitch black with midnight marauder
Play it low but I will kidnap your daughter
I take what’s mine, I don’t wait around for any offers
Fresh off a world tour like I just ran for office
I’m on some Jedi Mind shit, this is brain slaughter
Insane author, publisher and paint torture
Never be a ghost, remain in my physical form
Go to war with anybody, this is Desert Storm
You never catch me talking shit on a message forum
But if your man got words I got a message for him
Official pistol lifts you, slip yo, rip through bone tissue
Twist you, separate your fucking nerves when the chrome hits you
So if you got grown issues then state your biz
You got beef? Then claim it, don’t say that it’s his
You got faith in God? Then pray that you live
You like to walk with the Devil? Then ? it is
You pick your poison, I’ll sip a potion and spit an ocean
Keep your neck inside my palm and watch me rip it open
You bitches hoping the barrel smoking will get me choking
But I’m a goon by blood, that shit’ll get me focused

[Chorus]

If you insane in the membrane waving an M16 with a beam
Get your money up
If you got beef and reach where you eat and you sleep
Niggas deep when they creep
Get your gully up
If you a soldier, a rider provider, and ride for the cause, you the boss
Get your money up
If you’re insane full of rage with a gauge still trapped in a cage all day
Get your gully up

[Verse 2]

If I push snow at the Snowgoons it wouldn’t be illegal
Would Illegal come through with more goons and the Desert Eagles
My people be shovelling bodies right up off the sidewalk
All of the above my nigga, let’s get these ? off
Never the type to see beef and slide off
Only happened once, they tried to cut my life short
But now I’m thirty-one with a dirty gun
Four kids deep, I dare you niggas to hurt just one
One is enough to get your cranium cracked
I bulldoze like ? range with a bat
I came for the cash and I ain’t leaving broke now
My gasmask is made of glass bitch I’m focused now
Warchild more foul, I’m caving your gums in
More wild Trojan Horse style, trample gunmen
Nigga and my dungeon filthy
? knowing motherfuckers is guilty
In a courtroom with a pitchfork and a spoon
Feasting off all the blood that was ? in the womb
Orbit the moon, I’m ? with a torch in your tomb
Cremating your soul, hope they choke off the fumes

[Chorus]

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Army Of The Pharaohs – Through Blood By Thunder

Posted by hatt on 10 September 2009, 5:57 pm

Props to Vinz

[Kamachi]

Every brain cell clash with weed
Spit bars with assassin speed from a classic breed
Trying to calm down the killers, let the caskets breathe 
Behind the pews with the Uz till the pastor leaves
It shoots like it’s an Al-Queda wrath I wreak
I’m stuck on a suicide bomber path I lead
Paz, scream ?, rappers freeze
When the smoke clear can I have some laughter please?
Crack traffic keys of uncut Peruvian
And seal CD’s for Europeans and Nubians
Feds try to do me in
But the angel on my shoulder with the lighting hold ya

[Warchild]

Warchild be that nigga who was fucking bananas
Rough with the grammar, ya’ll can’t fuck with the cannon
Raging angel kid with the fitted halo
Change my aim, spit it from a different angle
Open your face, explosives storm from the waist 
Henn rock from the bottle, I don’t go for the chase
I’m so twisted, prolific, the flow’s sickening
I don’t sit around with them faggots you blow dicks with
I’m unsigned hyped, fuck a mag, fuck a label
My time is now, fuck the past, fuck my debut
I bleed on tracks, cocksucker breathe on that
This shit is the fix, so please relax

[Demoz]

Somebody motherfucking pass the nine
He asinine, I put his ass in line 
Hater face that I got to lace him like Frankenstein
Play it calm, spray his mom niggas hate me
I’m closing the curtain murking nervous niggas and baby moms
Trouble fast, Costa Rican that’s my other half
Pay your lover cash, leave you gagging in a bubble bath
I come from a troubled past
Everybody want your cash
Either that or take it like you owe him half
Coke and hash, ? e’s, niggas smoking weed
Toke and pass, he off balance like I broke his knees
Focus please, notice me and grab your rosaries
I ain’t come to change the game, I came for all the G’s
I came to oversee who the fuck I’m supposed to be 
? mould myself into a fucking soldier, please pass the mic
You have ? we ain’t have to like
And if I die I’ll sign to Aftermath in my afterlife

[Vinnie Paz]

I murder you and laugh at you, it’s hilarious you dead
Everyone who saw me cut you thought it was scary when you bled
Everything you fear is here, I’m the deadliest human walking
I ain’t rapping no more, I let the toolie do the talking
I was born to be the life in the sun
You was born to be a sacrifice by knife or by gun
I’m slicing your tongue, cause you profess to be ill
But your brain’s small, you still believe wrestling is real
Invest in some steel, you a pussy and I called your bluffs
Call the coroner, we filling fucking coffins up
Call the gravedigger, put his body in the dirt
And let me know what it’s like to become one with the Earth

[Jus Allah]

You become past, white trash, underclass
Under grass unharassed
I am unsurpassed, I’ve begun a path none shall pass
Not the crass, not the grads, that’s a lot to ask
I’m not to adopt a task
Leave the bloodbaths to the brash
Squeeze your dash and ?
Free your must-haves up for grabs
Keep your mustache cut in half
Pray for death, escape the flesh
Regress, erase your debts, reassess, refresh
Uninformed, unwarned, scorned
Some are lorn, some are born
I am unrushed, untouched
Upper crust, buttered up, such and such
Eloquent malevolence awakens your undeveloped intelligence
Prevalent taking the split out in elephant

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