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letra de offensive lineup - snowgoons

intro:

snowgoons, ahaha, offensive lineup, uh!
craig g, huh, you know how we do, man, queensbridge uh, germany to queensbridge, listen!

verse 1:

when i say my mind spray fly rhymes lay
in my cerebellum a felon with fine wine taste
right before the pitch, i start with a good wind-up
craig g, snowgoons, offensive lineup
your time’s up, limited, hard rock suit (uh!)
approach with any aggression my squad pop shoot!
move, with the swiftness like them card sharks do (yeah!)
for every verse you drop, the god drops too
it’s craig g, queensbridge, usa!
got rhymes? d-mn right i do, do press play
put thе house up and cars up, you can put your deals up
you ain’t f-ckin’ with the rеal sh-t, illegal wheeler!
and show them n-ggas how we rock the joint
skips to mid stoop, ayo you got the point?
from karlsruhe to kentucky, you’ll be lucky if you can f-ck with me, or illegal on the beats, uh
chorus x2:
don’t start duke (huh), you know you ain’t got the heart to (yeah)
offensive lineup, queensbridge to karlsruhe (uh)
everybody get ’em up, everybody get ’em up, everybody get ’em up (what?), whasup?!

verse 2:
lyrically untouchable (uh), that sh-t you gets a buncha bull (yeah), craig g takin’ you back to school (school!)
put you in with more force than a tractor do (do!)
the type o’ n-gga come on the block slap your crew (crew!)
that’s the truth, if you ain’t around askin’ you
sit on the stoop pour me a glass o’ absolut
i live a different life than the average rapper do
n0body guards offer me cops that dude at you (bla! bla!)
matter of fact look duke, i’m coming back for you, boom!
where you runnin’ to, i’m still in the booth!
you scared right? i got that can’t compare type of lyrical flow that you can’t escape air tight
craig g, rappin’ off illegal’s beats, ice cold tracks and flows that will freeze your heat
you’re shiverin’, you know, ten below celsius so sit your wack rappin’ ass in back at the bus!

chorus x2

verse 3:
uh, one line’s, enough lines to blow up ten o’ yours
shady like a b-tch with menopause when i draw my mic (yeah!)
i’m takin’ hip-hop to new height, ?lyrics they aggravate me like newport lights
when i strike, it’s like a battalion of green berets (uh)
leavin’ the scene amazed (what), fallin’ between the haze
pull out your jugular call up your mother to, identify you in naked i just discovered ya
i’ll smother ya like chicken at roscoe’s (uh) you got flow, that sound like they be on the shelf at costco’s
with no return policy, battle you gotta be, out your f-ckin’ mind my sk!lls boost my economy (uh!)
the numbers i heard of, without speakin’ one word of murder
hip-hop cpr, i be that life preserver
takin’ it further than you ever imagined
why you clowns live the rap game stagnant, that’s it!
chorus x2

outro:

uh, snowgoons, ha, snowgoons, dj illegal! ah, craig g! what? offensive lineup, ha, ha, from germany to your way, your way n-gga, it’s real hip-hop, huh, what?!

- snowgoons

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