Black Snow 2 (feat. Apathy, Sicknature, Celph Titled & Ill Bill) Lyrics
| Song | Black Snow 2 (feat. Apathy, Sicknature, Celph Titled & Ill Bill) |
| Artist | Snowgoons |
| Album | Black Snow 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:07.26][Verse 1: Apathy] | |
| [00:21.13] | I'm at the opera sitting up in the balcony |
| [00:23.17] | Gun aimed at the valkeyrie |
| [00:24.71] | Backstage I dabble in black magic & alchemy |
| [00:27.40] | Briefcase of cash, passports with a fake name |
| [00:30.08] | Traveling through Russia with bombs on a freight train |
| [00:32.81] | Turn popes to cokeheads cause they broke bread with goat heads |
| [00:36.05] | Paranoid skitzophrenics with no meds |
| [00:38.16] | Weaving through the Vatican traffic on a moped |
| [00:40.66] | Carrying machine guns, cops scream code red |
| [00:43.42] | Command center computers scramble to find intruders |
| [00:46.08] | Police scan the local rooftops for sharp shooters |
| [00:48.75] | I'm cold as Siberia, flow is so superior |
| [00:51.30] | The smell of cigars stain Mercedes interior |
| [00:54.07] | The black snow, black hole leader like Castro |
| [00:56.77] | I'm sitting in a cemetery poisoning black crows |
| [00:59.48] | The mass knows nothing of my fiendish plots |
| [01:01.83] | They try deciphering the rhymes that this genius drops |
| [01:04.56] | I concoct concoctions to make your heartbeat stop |
| [01:07.27] | We're locked in a Russian gulag sleeping on old cots |
| [01:09.94] | Guards moving like robots patroling the cellblocks |
| [01:12.70] | 30 below zero, who the hell said Hell's hot? |
| [01:15.41] | I swore to my maker I'd never spit a wack flow |
| [01:18.01] | Or spend eternity in Hell shoveling black snow |
| [03:42.43][03:32.08][02:36.98][02:26.18][01:31.64][01:20.93] | Watch out where them Snowgoons go |
| [03:45.06][03:34.42][02:39.62][02:28.90][01:34.11][01:23.39] | We make the sky bleed black snow |
| [03:47.73][03:37.14][02:42.28][02:31.56][01:36.81][01:26.06] | Not after your cash, we are after your soul |
| [03:50.48][03:39.81][02:45.00][02:34.35][01:39.46][01:28.80] | We make the sky bleed black snow |
| [01:42.08][Verse 2: Sicknature] | |
| [01:42.96] | The Snowgoons are battering rams through your speaker |
| [01:44.89] | Hazardous craft that′ll freeze ya |
| [01:46.26] | Earthquaking bangers and them smackers that slap up the sleepers |
| [01:48.87] | Landscapes are collapsing when we shatter the sets |
| [01:51.18] | We are like the Four Horsemen breathing down the back of your neck |
| [01:53.86] | Curtains are met for competition with no further regrets |
| [01:56.50] | Have you floating the ocean face down with a bird on your head |
| [01:59.28] | I'm leaving rivals flabbergasted, minds can have you backless |
| [02:01.76] | That′s why I′ll design my raps to chop heads off like flying battle-axes |
| [02:04.90] | Green Mile on beat, killing it, you as relevant as garbage |
| [02:07.42] | Stomp through your empire like the elephants of Carthage |
| [02:10.12] | Colder than the poles when the notions are woven |
| [02:12.64] | Stay in control and always keep one eye open like Odin |
| [02:15.25] | When the market is too numb we march to the goon drum |
| [02:17.91] | 'Till it′s a wrap, leaving you wrapped in a carpet of goosebumps |
| [02:20.68] | The storm comes, there′ll be no time for a last phone call |
| [02:23.32] | When the dark skies open to let the black snow fall |
| [02:47.59][Verse 3: Celph Titled] | |
| [02:48.54] | I got a sinister plot to administer shots |
| [02:51.31] | Samurais that let hammers fly, ninjas with Glocks |
| [02:54.25] | Bust through brick walls, walk through glass |
| [02:56.39] | Terminator Titled, let 'em live, why would I do that? |
| [02:59.61] | Dumping everything I got at ya |
| [03:01.38] | Don't you think it's odd that I run this s**t from Antarctica to Ottawa? |
| [03:05.13] | Stuff you in a garbage truck,cause you been trash |
| [03:07.80] | Wear your hat straight, but I'll put snaps where your brim at |
| [03:10.63] | Make you rock a special needs helmet cause you been wack |
| [03:13.08] | Uppercut punch, left you bent back |
| [03:15.13] | Halfway up your nose was the chin strap |
| [03:17.39] | The doctor handed me some notes and this graph |
| [03:19.52] | That said this boy need a skin graft |
| [03:21.24] | I don't talk to cops so save that report |
| [03:23.79] | My interrogation video's a Charlie Chaplin short |
| [03:26.86] | So when you hear the gat blow we comin' through the backdoor |
| [03:29.82] | I let the brrrat go repping for Black Snow |
| [00:07.26][Verse 1: Apathy] | |
| [00:21.13] | I' m at the opera sitting up in the balcony |
| [00:23.17] | Gun aimed at the valkeyrie |
| [00:24.71] | Backstage I dabble in black magic alchemy |
| [00:27.40] | Briefcase of cash, passports with a fake name |
| [00:30.08] | Traveling through Russia with bombs on a freight train |
| [00:32.81] | Turn popes to cokeheads cause they broke bread with goat heads |
| [00:36.05] | Paranoid skitzophrenics with no meds |
| [00:38.16] | Weaving through the Vatican traffic on a moped |
| [00:40.66] | Carrying machine guns, cops scream code red |
| [00:43.42] | Command center computers scramble to find intruders |
| [00:46.08] | Police scan the local rooftops for sharp shooters |
| [00:48.75] | I' m cold as Siberia, flow is so superior |
| [00:51.30] | The smell of cigars stain Mercedes interior |
| [00:54.07] | The black snow, black hole leader like Castro |
| [00:56.77] | I' m sitting in a cemetery poisoning black crows |
| [00:59.48] | The mass knows nothing of my fiendish plots |
| [01:01.83] | They try deciphering the rhymes that this genius drops |
| [01:04.56] | I concoct concoctions to make your heartbeat stop |
| [01:07.27] | We' re locked in a Russian gulag sleeping on old cots |
| [01:09.94] | Guards moving like robots patroling the cellblocks |
| [01:12.70] | 30 below zero, who the hell said Hell' s hot? |
| [01:15.41] | I swore to my maker I' d never spit a wack flow |
| [01:18.01] | Or spend eternity in Hell shoveling black snow |
| [03:42.43][03:32.08][02:36.98][02:26.18][01:31.64][01:20.93] | Watch out where them Snowgoons go |
| [03:45.06][03:34.42][02:39.62][02:28.90][01:34.11][01:23.39] | We make the sky bleed black snow |
| [03:47.73][03:37.14][02:42.28][02:31.56][01:36.81][01:26.06] | Not after your cash, we are after your soul |
| [03:50.48][03:39.81][02:45.00][02:34.35][01:39.46][01:28.80] | We make the sky bleed black snow |
| [01:42.08][Verse 2: Sicknature] | |
| [01:42.96] | The Snowgoons are battering rams through your speaker |
| [01:44.89] | Hazardous craft that ll freeze ya |
| [01:46.26] | Earthquaking bangers and them smackers that slap up the sleepers |
| [01:48.87] | Landscapes are collapsing when we shatter the sets |
| [01:51.18] | We are like the Four Horsemen breathing down the back of your neck |
| [01:53.86] | Curtains are met for competition with no further regrets |
| [01:56.50] | Have you floating the ocean face down with a bird on your head |
| [01:59.28] | I' m leaving rivals flabbergasted, minds can have you backless |
| [02:01.76] | That s why I ll design my raps to chop heads off like flying battleaxes |
| [02:04.90] | Green Mile on beat, killing it, you as relevant as garbage |
| [02:07.42] | Stomp through your empire like the elephants of Carthage |
| [02:10.12] | Colder than the poles when the notions are woven |
| [02:12.64] | Stay in control and always keep one eye open like Odin |
| [02:15.25] | When the market is too numb we march to the goon drum |
| [02:17.91] | ' Till it s a wrap, leaving you wrapped in a carpet of goosebumps |
| [02:20.68] | The storm comes, there ll be no time for a last phone call |
| [02:23.32] | When the dark skies open to let the black snow fall |
| [02:47.59][Verse 3: Celph Titled] | |
| [02:48.54] | I got a sinister plot to administer shots |
| [02:51.31] | Samurais that let hammers fly, ninjas with Glocks |
| [02:54.25] | Bust through brick walls, walk through glass |
| [02:56.39] | Terminator Titled, let ' em live, why would I do that? |
| [02:59.61] | Dumping everything I got at ya |
| [03:01.38] | Don' t you think it' s odd that I run this s t from Antarctica to Ottawa? |
| [03:05.13] | Stuff you in a garbage truck, cause you been trash |
| [03:07.80] | Wear your hat straight, but I' ll put snaps where your brim at |
| [03:10.63] | Make you rock a special needs helmet cause you been wack |
| [03:13.08] | Uppercut punch, left you bent back |
| [03:15.13] | Halfway up your nose was the chin strap |
| [03:17.39] | The doctor handed me some notes and this graph |
| [03:19.52] | That said this boy need a skin graft |
| [03:21.24] | I don' t talk to cops so save that report |
| [03:23.79] | My interrogation video' s a Charlie Chaplin short |
| [03:26.86] | So when you hear the gat blow we comin' through the backdoor |
| [03:29.82] | I let the brrrat go repping for Black Snow |
| [00:07.26][Verse 1: Apathy] | |
| [00:21.13] | I' m at the opera sitting up in the balcony |
| [00:23.17] | Gun aimed at the valkeyrie |
| [00:24.71] | Backstage I dabble in black magic alchemy |
| [00:27.40] | Briefcase of cash, passports with a fake name |
| [00:30.08] | Traveling through Russia with bombs on a freight train |
| [00:32.81] | Turn popes to cokeheads cause they broke bread with goat heads |
| [00:36.05] | Paranoid skitzophrenics with no meds |
| [00:38.16] | Weaving through the Vatican traffic on a moped |
| [00:40.66] | Carrying machine guns, cops scream code red |
| [00:43.42] | Command center computers scramble to find intruders |
| [00:46.08] | Police scan the local rooftops for sharp shooters |
| [00:48.75] | I' m cold as Siberia, flow is so superior |
| [00:51.30] | The smell of cigars stain Mercedes interior |
| [00:54.07] | The black snow, black hole leader like Castro |
| [00:56.77] | I' m sitting in a cemetery poisoning black crows |
| [00:59.48] | The mass knows nothing of my fiendish plots |
| [01:01.83] | They try deciphering the rhymes that this genius drops |
| [01:04.56] | I concoct concoctions to make your heartbeat stop |
| [01:07.27] | We' re locked in a Russian gulag sleeping on old cots |
| [01:09.94] | Guards moving like robots patroling the cellblocks |
| [01:12.70] | 30 below zero, who the hell said Hell' s hot? |
| [01:15.41] | I swore to my maker I' d never spit a wack flow |
| [01:18.01] | Or spend eternity in Hell shoveling black snow |
| [03:42.43][03:32.08][02:36.98][02:26.18][01:31.64][01:20.93] | Watch out where them Snowgoons go |
| [03:45.06][03:34.42][02:39.62][02:28.90][01:34.11][01:23.39] | We make the sky bleed black snow |
| [03:47.73][03:37.14][02:42.28][02:31.56][01:36.81][01:26.06] | Not after your cash, we are after your soul |
| [03:50.48][03:39.81][02:45.00][02:34.35][01:39.46][01:28.80] | We make the sky bleed black snow |
| [01:42.08][Verse 2: Sicknature] | |
| [01:42.96] | The Snowgoons are battering rams through your speaker |
| [01:44.89] | Hazardous craft that ll freeze ya |
| [01:46.26] | Earthquaking bangers and them smackers that slap up the sleepers |
| [01:48.87] | Landscapes are collapsing when we shatter the sets |
| [01:51.18] | We are like the Four Horsemen breathing down the back of your neck |
| [01:53.86] | Curtains are met for competition with no further regrets |
| [01:56.50] | Have you floating the ocean face down with a bird on your head |
| [01:59.28] | I' m leaving rivals flabbergasted, minds can have you backless |
| [02:01.76] | That s why I ll design my raps to chop heads off like flying battleaxes |
| [02:04.90] | Green Mile on beat, killing it, you as relevant as garbage |
| [02:07.42] | Stomp through your empire like the elephants of Carthage |
| [02:10.12] | Colder than the poles when the notions are woven |
| [02:12.64] | Stay in control and always keep one eye open like Odin |
| [02:15.25] | When the market is too numb we march to the goon drum |
| [02:17.91] | ' Till it s a wrap, leaving you wrapped in a carpet of goosebumps |
| [02:20.68] | The storm comes, there ll be no time for a last phone call |
| [02:23.32] | When the dark skies open to let the black snow fall |
| [02:47.59][Verse 3: Celph Titled] | |
| [02:48.54] | I got a sinister plot to administer shots |
| [02:51.31] | Samurais that let hammers fly, ninjas with Glocks |
| [02:54.25] | Bust through brick walls, walk through glass |
| [02:56.39] | Terminator Titled, let ' em live, why would I do that? |
| [02:59.61] | Dumping everything I got at ya |
| [03:01.38] | Don' t you think it' s odd that I run this s t from Antarctica to Ottawa? |
| [03:05.13] | Stuff you in a garbage truck, cause you been trash |
| [03:07.80] | Wear your hat straight, but I' ll put snaps where your brim at |
| [03:10.63] | Make you rock a special needs helmet cause you been wack |
| [03:13.08] | Uppercut punch, left you bent back |
| [03:15.13] | Halfway up your nose was the chin strap |
| [03:17.39] | The doctor handed me some notes and this graph |
| [03:19.52] | That said this boy need a skin graft |
| [03:21.24] | I don' t talk to cops so save that report |
| [03:23.79] | My interrogation video' s a Charlie Chaplin short |
| [03:26.86] | So when you hear the gat blow we comin' through the backdoor |
| [03:29.82] | I let the brrrat go repping for Black Snow |
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