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letra de black woods - snowgoons

verse 1: med (medaph–r):

uh, yeah, flow venomous, born lyricist, code red metaphor chokehold supremacist (uh)
cashed out like tenements and black hoods, sentences crash in your chest like black woods (uh)
mash your black hood (uh), ghost of rap ’cause i rap good, 45 leather with the dash wood
cash good, i spit 16 can’t wait, come jumpin’ out the van like a-team
med’s like a bottle of jim beam
street model white tee nikes with creased jeans (whoo)
test me better get prеpared, sweet dreams ’cause tomorrow you’ll bе wakin’ up to nightmares
rock is the future, center of attention
you get passes like my newport truther when i bought this chew on, hold me
lyrically a problem, one who can rock ya army (yeah, yeah)
verse 2: living legends’ ?:

i ain’t a tough guy baby but i’m tough enough to judge you
deep inside in your soul place so cold i rushed through
but let it sink in like ink done stay, that brother’s gonna be around when other man say so
son still deliver that ladies they want the package, but maybe now when they ask it somebody else’s assets
i like my asses fat not flat got rap down pat now, brothers move past tense

verse 3: living legends’ ?:

i bring from plastic to massive no itty bitty titty ’cause midis i run in cities that’s really some of ’em sh-tty
so pretty most of ’em idiots, gobblin’ and swallowin’ now holla when they self-esteem, makes ’em come follow on the auto while i’m hollerin’ and spottin’ them that’s adamant, copenhagen i gotta let it ride to let some back in and size ’em, hah!
i got it don’t stop, get it, get it, and it probably be a girl if you ain’t a hot spitta

verse 4: living legends’ ?:
i’m wakin’ up from the nighttimes, each night will set the tight rhymes
the light is on for action settin’ go, full throttle we let it go
on the bottle bs, numb tomorrow on me, op, hennessy, i’m a borrough from the telly, telegram me but i’m outside your border plus the sav’s on order on deck
sound check mic check, what the f-ck’s next
hit ’em with the sirens that’s sick, if i’m lyin’ i’m alone to say i quick, you wet!

verse 5: living legends’ ?:
with the shotgun safe to the head, a sawed-off double barrel riddle that tickles your mentals with the punchline giggles
mind blowin’ i’m high scorin’ with mind throwin’
hot spitter chuck it like lit a bug out and keep goin’!
when i’m flowin’ heads bobbin’ like i’m knowin’
charlie chaplin mackin’ without words spoken, get ’em open
she likes my wood work, i’m a craftsman
jesus was a carpenter too, yo why you laughin’?

- snowgoons

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