We back again y'all
Yea
Uh
Prepare for the bum rush soldiers
Let your guns bust
Only if the reason or the meaning isn't unjust
Yo this season we grinding to stack funds up
In German accounts
And dollar amounts that some trust
The four foolish excellent
We the next movement
No one gets the cream
Cause we don't spit like the rest do it
This here is uncut raw with no perfects to it
Saint over the sinners
My name better be next to it
I bring the pain like a stomach dosser
Or like a full speed eighteen-wheeler
Coming to run 'em over
F**k a king cause I'm about the shit
Better get a power trip
Like a dirty cop with a gun and holster
Homie I don't need to stun
Or a ton of promotions
Stomp the streets like
I run with a hundred soldiers
Live with the Snowgoons crew
Flashy competition at they throats
Pouring vex in they wounds too
Let's go now
We run the streets eternally
From the Carolin' slums
To the streets of Germany
We moving in silence
The reason we don't speak
Like the old sitting ghost
Still waters run deep
Still waters run deep
They say the people
That move in silence are often the smartest
And most complicated ones
Yo real talk
You can listen to the elements
And tell that Rakim's an influence
More compelling
Than the fella telling his criminal doing
I ain't selling like the fellas in Eminem unit
But you probably think
I was based on the women I'm screwing
I never lose focus I'm a song writing specialist
Delivering messages to y'all like receptionists
My weapon's my intelligence homie
You ain't hard
You came in like
Fans saying they selling it naw
Been earning my stripes
Ever since the age of nine
So much that it looks
Like Adidas wore pape but I'm
Known for my major
Griming my persistence plus
Nobody out there rhyme
Like Supastition cause
I walk the lines of Southern and East Coast rap
Influenced by both
But don't deny it like most cats
Hell yea I'm talking to you
The only they call me underground
Cause labels don't know
How to market the truth
Let's go now
We run the streets eternally
From the Carolin' slums
To the streets of Germany
We moving in silence the reason
We don't speak
Like the old sitting ghost
Still waters run deep
Still waters run deep
Listen
All y'all corny producers might
As well pack up your MPC right now
It's over man
The Snowgoons they don't leave
The record shot with one crate
They take the whole store
Home to chop and truncate
They murder the baseline
And doctor the drum breaks
So literally hiding possibly unsafe
Hot enough to sunbathe in German snowstorms
Mentally vexed physically we in pro form
Respect we receives on the level of a god
I've been federally charged
As a rebel with a cause
People never would've thought
I would end up a super MC
An old school flow
But you can see the future in me
A different grind see I grind in the streets
You still at home mad
As f**k grinding your keeps
You grind for the limelight I rhyme for relief
Your way past your prime
I'm climbing to my peak uh
If I ever spit it weak somebody body snatch me
I probably with the Snowgoons
Homie hollar at me
Let's go now
We run the streets eternally
From the Carolin' slums to
The streets of Germany
We moving in silence the reason
We don't speak
Like the old sitting ghost
Still waters run deep
Still waters run deep
So next you see me
And the Snowgoons in the spot
And we ain't speaking or talking a lot
That means we just focused
On taking that number one spot
Get ready for that reform school takeover
