Raps of the Titans (feat. Bundy, Impakt, Jaysaun, Jus Allah, Klee Magor, Meth Mouth, Odoub, Psych Ward, Swollen Members & Virtuoso) - Snowgoons

I'm just too hot to touch you know I'm the law I smoke about million pounds of dutch and say what Shortie keep yakking it up and on the low I might take her to the back to fuck, get a nut Nyce, you cant tell me I aint came up Fastball pitcher I deliver with no change up Fuckin right I'm famous, balling like the lakers Only time I move is to go collect my paper See me on the wanted poster, Mad and La Coka Nostra Hop out of my porche, pull my trunk and extort ya Yup we west coast and dog we stay posting Walk with two toasters louis vuitton holsters I'm a bad fucking bastard yup I'm fantastic Four but I'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door Heard you cryin' for the war Im'a try to serve you more Madchilds a dope man leave you lying on the floor Damn chicken heads get their feathers all ruffled up Put the potato on the pound sound muffled up We can get it on like Samoans and Tongans Or we can get to war like the angels and mongols Black mask over my face, I get em Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em Beat a hater up till he dum dum diddum Swollen and La Coka don't fuck with em So ladies and ah forget it were not gentlemen I roll up in a stolen car come hop in with them Hand me a pill bottle I dump it and pop ten of them Give me some booze, I sip juice like Rakim and them I got a fuse that's too short and a noose that's too long Feeling I could do no wrong This invincibility they're convinced is killing me Has essentially gotten me through any pinch you'll ever see When my henchmen are with me tensions on the scene Dreams are being changed a wrench in the machine One mention of the team leave the masses buzzing The rebel, you thought you're on my level, you wasnt Hotter than Ecuador, son brought a metaphor P-1 I'm ready for war I'm on the front lines Runs in my bloodline thirsty like lost boys Big money bounce my accounts keep em offshore Caribbean breeze there's ten million reasons Y'all super eight like rich we four seasons Fine linen, sterling silver, bright brightlen, the lady killer Black mask over my face, I get em Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em I started war and bids when y'all was just kids Came to your town and jumped the fuck around Stomped out a few of you and fucked your lady You still married her and you gave her a baby We were young, we were crazy, we were wild and free Aint a groupie bitch alive get a child from me And now you come to the shows and you reminisce And while she waits for an autograph, you give her a kiss She slips me a hug and a look that's knowing If I say get on the bus, baby girl its on Lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing Hoes keep hoeing and hoeing and just hoeing Trees get rollen smoking keep blowing Coka and Swollen legend keep growing Fast lane living no time for slowing Gotta know where you been and watch where you're going Black mask over my face, I get em Four-five stuck on my waist, I hit em Beat a hater up till he dumb dumb diddum Swollen and La Coka, don't fuck with em

[Madchild] Yo, I'm talking about Temptation things that run through your head Like I wonder what my friend's girlfriends like in bed Yo, I bet sometimes she thinks of me instead Greed, That has to do with more than you need Sin, That's usually where temptation leads Turning into an addiction in an instant, take heed Feeding off your ego, cash confusion and sex That's why, like, every eight months You end up back with your ex For a couple days, and then remember Why it wasn't meant to be Go your separate ways and think I wonder what got into me You're done, but then another Eight months comes around eventually Vicious circle, I've done some things That aren't worth mentioning Temptation, made me do some things I regret Easy to fall into, but hard to forget Use to put the blame on others But that's a bunch of nonsense Now I try to focus and Just listen to my conscience [Prevail] Yo, I'm talking about Temptation and its relation to the human nation The obvious, money, drugs, sexual frustration How else can you explain public funding drain The escalating murder rate and the climb to fame It makes men touch parts that are not to be It makes women clutch parts that are a part of me So all that surface level services a day-to-day An ongoing basis in desire and display The first sensation recognized by script We can't detach ourselves from it once we get into it And why would we it feels better with the shadows closer Comfortable feeling of comparing yours to overdose Sometimes innocent and other times consequential 9 out of the ten times dun it's purely confidential Harder to handle when your crews talking in your ear Until you learn to abstain it draws near Temptation

(Lord Lhus) You don't wanna step we f*cking you up I'm with the click now - in T.Dot Running em up Hit you wit sick styles Comin' for your daughters and sons with a crew of hits But I'm the father of your style wit a gun, get ammunition I can never be stopped, you can never take my spot But you can get shot, ask about me on the block It's the one real as Lhus, never faking to fuck It be like some killin ... in the face of a chump This is murder rap, the rebirth of raw music We connect in T.O with Reel Wolf and Tom Vujcic A nuisance - spark marijuana everyday It's Lord Lhus, South Carolina born and raised ... mutha fucka! (Sean Strange) I'm a New York giant, attackin your front line With a shotgun clappin have you gaggin on blood trife? My click will give the morgue another toe to tag Chop you up and stuff your head into the bowling bag Show the flag - prepare for Global Domination Control the population, never fold to confrontation I'm doper than a bundle if you dare to try Better know I got the shovel and a bag of lines My names Sean - the true product of the Creep Code No matter what my heart will forever be cold Through the jungle my people keep lurkin Cousin Pat to the death - the fuckin' Street Urchin We keep the heat burstin' (J Nyce) They gon' kill us, nah, we gon' kill them We're not guerillas, we just real men Real killers gripping heaters 'till your steel bends Real recognize real, but I don't hear them End of the world, end of the road, disappearing Hanging from the end of the rope, this is where it ends My friends were informants saying they were??? They got me in a sting like a nest full of hornets I'm not going to the bing, I'm going to war with The Canadian government, judges and lawyers I think God is sitting back, watching and enjoying this Destroy this - J Nyce hit the button, the missile deployed with (Sicknature) Sicknature part of the goons, Stompin' platoons Ya'll get entombed if ya'll interrupting We barge into this game with the marvelous move Your better off embarking for doom I fuck your image up like a tattoo artist on shrooms I ain't stoppin' for less - Think because I'm sick You'll be stuck in the bed with dickfaces Cuz I'm fucked in the head We could release this - the reaper deceases; Eager to eat this A beast that's quick at snatching your chain Leavin' you pieceless Sinister with prominent wishes - Stoppin your business Shit is in re like you got your eye popped with the spinach Got immaculate plans - Used to chill in Copenhagen Now I'm crashing through the gates of your city Like a battering Ram (Shallow Pockets) Total the damage, I've broken the planet, awoke in a panic So much for granted - you don't understand it ...chrome and the cannon... Brought a gun to the show - they should've pat me down Dead bodies on the floor - hope you happy now Now the cops on the phone tryin' to talk down Won't let the hostage go but I'll let off a round Take over the globe - take over your town Vancouver to Scotia - I hear you loud Cop dope when the price is down Look at your head it got a price on it now Livin' the life that you writing about Seek Pockets and the lights went out!

Psych Ward In'm with the Psych Ward I be coolin' in a Psych Ward I got some niggas in the Psych Ward And they be totin' right for us We tote 40s with the 30s, piped all Make them pipes bite y'all You gon' need insurance, Geico, aye In a Psych Ward you see A bunch of crazy muthafuckas Go on Glo Gang territory, you'll see A bunch of anti-380 muthafuckas And they gon' blast They ain't gon' let yo ass get past And they gon' hop up in 'them cars and do the dash Like I taught 'em Bitch, I'm Almighty Sosa Bitch, you can call me Almighty Sosa Cuz I get cheese My niggas in the streets droppin' G's The only grand that I like is Ben Franklin, broccoli and cheese And I'm crazy like they want me to be Bitch you crazy I make bitches go insane, aye My wrist look crazy And my necklace go insane, aye My earrings crazy Don't make this pistol go insane Tryna to rob Almighty mane Don't ever tell Almighty what Almighty can't I'm always glo'in, I blocked the ring And Cinderella is my choppa name She be cleanin' shit up like my maid And she very mighty like my name I be coolin' in a Psych Ward Aye, I got some niggas in the Psych Ward Bitch, we got pistols, what we fightin' for? And tell me, what you bring a knife for?