Snowgoons, King Syze, Block McCloud, Faez One - Full Force lyrics

This chick loves the arguing
The bickering and beefing
She’s giving me a reason? I’m
Kicking her teeth in this isn’t the season
She thinks that it’s chill but I’m heated
Sick of all the bitching and screaming
She’s a witch and a demon but
I’m sick in the head, bitch
I'm feeling neglected, twisted, demented
Now pissed and short-tempered
Flip for no reason
She block punching niggas in the
Face just for breathing
Underground events, we be stomping out an MC
Tempt me, sucker die fuck around and then see
Throw all my energy to Protools
And kick a rap
Recorded an album with the Snowgoons
They rip the tracks
While my bitch opening old
Wounds like picking scabs
I’m still running this old-school
Shit like ditching cabs
And pinching sacks and stomping coke
If I wasn’t getting richer now I’d
Say I’d gone for broke so better run
You don’t wanna get dumped and played
Cause we’re worldwide, worldwide
Trojan Horse style
Get the fuck up and run, game over
Shit is done
When the Snowgoons strike full force
Get your ass up, trojan Horse

Fuck your alternate fight
I’d rather alternately strike
When my mic ignites
Short fuse explode your life
Catch me late night fiending for the mic
Never forgive and forget
Fuck you and your peace pipe
Ever approach me better have
Plans to roast me i know a roach when I see
Him and I watch him closely
Be on the look out for snakes and rats
So when they try to break you
Down they only scrape your back
I speak militant plus work ethic is diligent
When I’m getting ignorant
Equivalence is killing shit
Dudes better chill man
I’m back to my saving grace
Never hold me down yo my
Brain is an amazing place
Get it and go, the illest nigga you know
He stay getting that dough plus
He cool at the shows
He stay patient, one day at a time
But he’ll break your fucking head if
You step out of line

There’s many wicked ways that I
Can get my beast on
Keep your hands off my plate when
I’m getting my feast on nigga I’m fresh
You ain’t on the shit that I be on
What I spit now will be studied for eons
Ridiculous flow you ain’t never heard of
Sick in the skull the way
I think these words up
Absurd fuck way past deranged
I spark this herb up and take off like plane
They say I’m Adolf insane
The way my ink stain done napalm your brain
The game’s changed but I’m still going all in
If you ain’t gonna finish
What’s the point of starting?
Often I brag and boast about me
But if I ain’t believe myself where
The fuck would I be?
I ain’t no Biggie, Nas, or Jay-Z
I am me Faez One Q-D nigga