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[Intro]:

Yeah, yeah, here we go, El da Sensei, SnowGoonS, let's do it like this, like that (uhuh, yeah), straight from the bricks, Illtown, here we go, Germany to Jersey, K-City, listen up, look

[Verse 1]:

We're no delayin' introductions, comes with no instructions (Hah)

Gun bustin' flames, SnowGoonS productions (Bah bah bah bah)

Y'all know the stats wraps in the blood (Huh)

Complicated but understandable to love (Yeah)

Kick back, smoke the chief, rolled in a leaf

Put between the teeth inhale, breath and release (Hm)

On purpose I'm deep so take a dive (Uh)

Swimmin' to the rhythm whether winnin' gettin' live (Sup?)

And suck off the truth, burn down your booth (Yeah)

Execute and maneuver lines to recruit (Okay)

Soldiers and younglings always givin' something

Let's get one thing clear if you wanting (What)

The bonafide and true extreme measures

Rhymes for the takin' and songs that you done treasure

[Chorus]:

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For shit that's hot, the beats and the rhymes

DJs' cuts are non-stop

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To the Berlin streets, hardcore Hip-Hop

B-Boys, graff artists compete

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Worldwide, gotta get it back

To the raw uncut Boom Bap inside raps

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El da Sen, who? It's SnowGoonS

Check the tune and bullshit make room

[Verse 2]:

Extend the hand the mic is in my grip (Uh)

Soul from the lips, expose your bullshit

Slick beats and separate 'em for the dinin'

Place rhymes in tune to get it perfect timin' (Yeah)

Shinin', diamond in the rough so dig

What I bust is rigged and show and lust for the big

Payback or payday, lyrical melee

Better performance since back in my hay-day

Spit enhancement, gimme advancement

VIP admitance, all access granted

Gat brandish tools tuition for the gunfight

Sword slice many different styles on the mic

Talk is cheap when my stock raised

Invest in what I spray, the best in what I say (Yeah)

Lay down the law 'cause many have been broken (Uh)

Settin' new rules and guidelines for the chosen

[Verse 3]:

Build and destroy had to start from scratch

Had a **** come back, no denyin' the track (Nope)

No holds barred from the semi-superstar (Hah)

Crush, dumped and scarred no matter who you are (Who?)

Of all lands I traveled to make songs and battle

With the real babble, my fans become rattled (Huh?)

Filled with enjoyment, rap for your employment

Built tough is dirty, lead it for the movement

Live life for graph

B-Boy extraordinaire can't compare with the musical warfare

By the extreme human machine

Writtens clean with the supreme glow and gangsta lean

Redeem points for **** on the decline

Then progress in the latter to make up the time (Uh)

So the beat is not wasted, rhymes from the greatest

Flow Mastodon, SnowGoonS creation