Esto No a Terminado (This Isn't Over) [from the Forever Purge] - Snow Tha Product

Yo, yo, yo, yo Vendetta inside, swiftly start stabbin One second to meltdown, feel the twin cannons Burn, handgun herns, standin firm Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man With the Grand Canyon rap, U dynamic wingspan The Power from the Clan, yo, is more than fantastic Pull pins out the hazard, on this Battlestar Galactic' Skull tactic, sporatic, Asiatic, long awaited Son of Sam, mention the mic mutated You hated us, cuz we immortal on wax Rip the China White shit, flip a dynamite ax Shillac em perhaps, the heart pump an anti-toxin Feed me the Power, meteor shower when I'm boxin Professional vets, now comin through vexed I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-stress And Leatha Face pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue I know how to part your medula, oblong gotta Test the rocket launcher, they'll get conquered By my block sponsers, monster Tonka truck ya The whole train conductor A hole in your spine, rip your stomach mothafucka Brotha suffer, my Dutch puff as sinister as the Feds Infrared, signin on the glock, splittin ya head Drippin wet from death threat messages I inject Intellect reflects worldwide over Internets Heart colder than Winter Fresh, chest smokin like incense Vets broken into the flesh, soakin in ya own mess Chrome bleds, some of the known best soldier vets Over cassette, you get smashed like crashed desert air shows Holdin ya breath, gaggin for a bit of oxygen Submission put a stop to men, reveal the foul document Lockin position, invision, adapt critical condition Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives Instill a rocket fuck from the inside to the outside In ya mouth lied the barrel, subdue bone marrow Ya tone shadow, blown from high-explosive poem battles Dome smack, you live, projectiles effectin you Incredible new wave heart, blade sharp verses sexin you Claim professional, but I never met you Son I never forget you I slaughter foes when my particles wet you To the Rescue Professional vets, now comin through vexed I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue Slash hope, raw burnin, freezin thoughts are cold Ballistic missle lift off, now one behold My throat harden for Harlem, harness the volume With grief fallin on me in a breeze, the seas partin It's two men awesome, uncanny The handy man crook, the rap gank where every damn nook and cranny Plus four more opponents couldn't throw me, couldn't slam me I told you before, this is war, it's radical claw Menate the the law, practice my ambition Understand determination, plus my burnin condition Rebuild 'em, sing a song strong for disaster Scorch 'em on a letter, clever, bled 'em much faster Exotic lens, bionic Timb's, hardco' organic The floor panic when revolvin, Shaolin dodgin Potion of my juice, it's "Houston we have a problem" Its Basic Instinct, motor mouth, hold is sacred The Rushmore Rock Face, one four shot with the greatness Raw shoulders, sword colder, no remorse The crash course, the portions of my Porsche Divorse it, the Holocaust exhaust, driven with force Mighty ship back on course, I almost lost it Toss the smokin corpse, seldom sing Shells amongst men, rebellion, teens formin and swarmin Vikin style, strikin without warnin a nation Standin ovation, rap devastation New animation, the scandal Bandle the best part, damsel in distress, I'll bless you God damn you! To the rescue Professional vets, now comin through vexed I'm testin you vets, what you claimin that you best? The S on your chest, better stand for Super-Stress The Golden Arms pressed, next, here to set you REC! I suggest niggas come To the Rescue

Uhh Yeah Esto no para, no para It's the boss bitch, soy la fucking Mexicana Got a couple bitches hating, they ain't saying nada It's the champagne papa, I do what I wanna Gotta do my thing 'cause these bitches hate Bitches going broke with all the attention they been giving me Anybody hating in my circle, I eliminate Even when I miss, I'ma hit 'cause it ricochet I been trying to keep it proper baby please don't push me I don't fuck with hating bitches or no dudes that's pussy Don't mistake kindness for weakness, you must've mistook me This a professional flow, you a rookie, bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you been spillin' out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you been spilling out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch Get out your feelings with that pillow talkin' How you talking mad shit, but stoppin' when I walk in? You ain't workin' like I'm workin', then don't count my pockets You ain't earn it like I earn it, then get off the topic, bitch I put a hollow in the warnin' shot Trigger finger itchin', I ain't fix it with no cortisol Pussy boys gossip like some bitches 'cause I know they soft Jealous friends envy, so at this point I'ma show it off, bitch I hope you die when you see me winnin' Acting like we really friends but the hate was hidden Wishing you got what I got, I thought we was chillin' How you jealous of your friends, I wouldn't know the feelin', bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you been spilling out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch Pour it out, pour them feelings out I got champagne stains on the ceiling now All them bottled up emotions you gon' spill it out I'm applyin' pressure, feel it now, bitch I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate Anybody hating in my circle, I eliminate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate Said I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate I'ma do my thing, let these bitches hate Even when I miss, I'ma hit 'cause it ricochet, bitch

Pum-Pumbaa, are you nuts? Bitch, we can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah We can get petty, uh, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah Broke bitches always in some shit except businesses (uh) Tryna bring us down, so they bring up us rich bitches (uh) Talkin' out that neck won't get you far, but if this is Gossip that affect my pockets, it's gon' hit different (uh) 'Bout to get explicit (uh) Ain't with Twitter dissin' (uh) You gon' have to speak up when you talk, I'm here to listen, uh If you poppin' shit, you probably wishin' I'm religious, uh This collision finna get you feelin' hella Christian Look, you gon' need that energy you got when you sendin' me All the caps lockin' when you talkin' on the net to me Wish a bitch would yell at me Fuck a bitch's jealousy May not be your cup of tea, but I'm your boyfriend's Hennessy and... We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah, uh We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh We can get petty, yeah Bro, I'm so tired of the commentin' on me and mine When all you bitches really ain't got no pot to piss in Couldn't get 1000 dollar if you and your three Hoe-ass friends go put your savings in a pot You fuckin' thots is out here Judgin' bitches like us 'cause you forgot That I don't got time but I'll make Time if it means draggin' a lil bitch I'm tired of all you fuckin' hoes Y'all startin' problems, think you slick I'm 'bout to drag you by the fuckin' edges both of us ain't got It's quite ironic, stale bland ass bitches throwin' salt You 'bout to get your season, we 'bout to make this even You talkin' shit about me, you 'bout to get your reason 'Cause I've been on my vibin' higher and my meditatin' shit But if you want bitch, I can put this fuckin' hair up, hold my shit We can get petty, tell me if you ready (yeah) I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh (uh) We can get petty, yeah, uh We can get petty, tell me if you ready, uh I was playin' nice, we can change the setting, uh We can get petty, uh (uh) We can get petty, yeah, uh

This ones for y'all if y'all want it This one for la raza, bitch it don't stop Til 4, 5, 6 in the mornin' Till somebody's uncle sings 'till he drops Now I rap for y'all and y'all know it But goddamn, do I got that hatin' shit Maybe 'cause I'm Mexican n I be wreckin' She steppin' and definitely bringin' em a little change to this Man, I come from where they run from 'Cause this ain't a sap and the pesos don't last us shit A conundrum, I've been dumb some Man, I'm proud of my people who we tryna get to call of slim 'Cause I know y'all tired of bein pacifist I'm running up with hella cats and I'm blasting shit Till we back, we get attack and attack you bitch 'Cause if you tryna fuck with us then you a masochist Mira cabron, conmigo no te metas guey Yo te voy a enseñar que conmigo no es okay Poneme algun commentario que el ritmo es gay Que no mato la liga con mi mixtape There's always some dumb bitch with some shit to say But a latina finna get up in here an hit the game So you can hate, you can say shit but we gon' stay Snow White tell them hating bitches fix your face We rolling up, holding drinks Let them haters hate They know what's up, know we in here They know we don't play, don't play Don't play, don't play, don't play Hold up, wait a minute, make them scream 'n shake We showing up, blowing up Tell my DJ hit play, hit play Hit play, hit play, hit play This one for the kickbacks in apartments Man, fuck the neighbors and fuck the cops If they don't want none, don't talk shit From the VIP in the club to the parking lot I got a whole belligerence, as in orthodox And it all went downhill when we poured them shots We poured one, four, six, twenty, fuck I can't even afford it all Around here these bouncers don't play Been drinking monster all day Girl, big as Ricky Rose But I'm five foot three on a good day Ok, I'm feeling Patron ay pero dice mi novia to phone home But my girl here telling me don't go Get ruled in the back, bon bo-bo-bo-bon bon Like where my fellas in here getting stacks? Throw em Where my women in here with the racks? Show 'em What you doing in the back? Where you going? Haters talking, stepping, its a rap, hold up We rolling up, holding drinks Let them haters hate They know what's up, know we in here They know we don't play, don't play Don't play, don't play, don't play Hold up, wait a minute, make them scream 'n shake We showing up, blowing up Tell my DJ hit play, hit play Hit play, hit play, hit play Where my fellas in here getting stacks? Throw em Where the women in here with the racks? Show 'em What you doing in the back? Where you going? Haters talking, stepping, its a rap, hold up We rolling up, holding drinks Let them haters hate They know what's up, know we in here They know we don't play, don't play Don't play, don"t play, don't play Hold up, wait a minute, make them scream n shake We showing up, blowing up Tell my DJ hit play, hit play Hit play, hit play, hit play