Snowgoons, Living Legends, M.E.D. - Black Woods lyrics

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 prepared
Sweet dreams ’causе tomorrow you'll be
Wakin' up to nightmares
Rock is the futurе, 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)

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

I bring from plastic to massive no
Itty bitty titty 'cause MIDIs
I run in cities that’s really
Some of ’em shitty
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

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 fuck's next
Hit 'em with the sirens that's sick
If I'm lyin' I'm alone to say I quick
You wet!

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'?