(feat. O.C., Rasco, Reef the Lost Cauze, Wordsworth) 



[O.C.:] 

Snowgoons... one two 

Heheahahaha, uhh 

Yeah? Yeah... 



Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five 

While two double oh-six is here 

My energy be for all to accept and hear 

I'm not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game, won't refrain 

O.C., speak my mind cause I ain't no lame 

Never defendin, creates my own lane 

Long live the saga, with a clear slate clear head these days 

Works for hire, possible if I'm prepaid 

Welcome me back, give a toast to my libido flow 

Similar to sex spurnt from my urethra 

Friction, give off heat like a fever 

Good lucks for those who wish, I don't need it 

Much to my amazement, or should I say that I'm not surprised 

I still reside in the basement 

Wits and charm is what bless this tongue 

Along with the mindstate for me to write these songs 

Uhh 



[Chorus: O.C. + Wordsworth] 

No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory 

This ain't another war story, this is trill 

My heart, my brain got the will to survive 

In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no 

These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin for me 

This ain't another war story, this is trill 

My heart, my brain got the will to survive 

In my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no 



[Reef the Lost Cauze:] 

Dead in the middle of Germany, puffin herbally 

Observe me as I absurdably murder beats verbally to the third degree 

I ain't no nerd or freak, I'm the word, the streak 

that works Shareef, peace, nice to meet 

I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash 

Your shit is whack, it's trash, I just have to ask 

You just playin right? You can't be tryin 

I'll blow you the fuck away like a dandelion 

Be a man c'mon now, you can't be cryin 

My next album six figures or I shan't be signin 

I'm so independent I'll GO independent 

Get dough independent, I SMOKE independents~! 

The most mentally ill, so gifted and real, the spit that can kill 

Pick up the mic it's like I lift up the steel 

Aim it at your temple, now how that feel? 

It hurts like a motherfucker don't it? Now bow down and kneel 



[Chorus] 



[Rasco:] 

Look, yo 

Man I'm back for it, it's the black poet 

Sit down spit rhymes just to get the stacks flowin 

You cats ain't knowin, man I'm back for revenge 

The real shit, never had to pretend 

Shatter your shins, nigga go and gather your ends 

Call your friends, forgivin you for all your sins 

It all begins, right here, makin it quite clear 

It's twenty-oh-six, make sure it's the right year 

To your right ear, or your left lobe 

Still swingin hard, then watch a nigga's chest fold 

Get this dress code, I spit the best flows 

No cat better than Ras to stack cheddar 

You all falsetto with no bass and no taste 

Bring it to you live at sunrise at yo' place 

I give 'em no space, we on a dough chase 

Niggaz can't get it cause they movin at a slow pace 



[Chorus] 



[Outro:] 

Yeah, Dick Swan in the building 

Snowgoons, live