Sadat X, Snowgoons, Punchline, Fel Sweentenberg - Road Warriors lyrics
[Sadat X, Snowgoons, Punchline, Fel Sweentenberg - Road Warriors lyrics]
Sadat X snowgoons
Sweetenberg well ride
It is what is, dawg from the Rhineland
(Over here) to East River
(Over here) yankee Stadium
It is what is!
I spit fire when I jump in the booth
Straight arsonist, I’m highly marketed
To the underground, it’s targeted
Rhymes get better with time
I put my heart in it
Don’t swine when I dine but
This microphone I’m hogging it
Twenty-two days on the road
Lifestyle out of control
Like a baker I’m getting this dough
Another country, another hole, more drama
In the hotel killing that Bush like Osama
Punch and the Snowgoons
We keep the crowd moving
The hottest, we not losing
We don’t give a bumsen
Choosing to be the Scheiße, we all riding
Your rap career's the reason
The rap game’s dying don’t knock brothers
We hustle with block huggers
My niggas coming for that
Head like a cocksucker
All wack ass rappers we straight riding
Go against the Road Warriors and you’re dying
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder
The next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and
Bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder
The next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and
Bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Yo Sadat X, Sweetenberg connect
The Goons of Snow let loose the blow
Come at your neck most direct
A major problem that your
Department cannot correct
You’re sick as heck
The black David Berkowitz i roam the set
Comb the streets for known threats
Uphold the rep
The chosen vets compose a sketch
For all them checks yes
Send in your rec inside a folder on my desk
So you best, the pony express of urban sets
It’s wordless so each word is
Curved liked an S
Get strangled till your last word
Float off your last breath
You’re lower than earthworms come
Out of dead flesh at the venue extra fresh
Autograph signing breasts
Every ghetto, every city, every borough
Every hood
It’s all just unwritten, everybody understood
And think you’re sweet if you can
Like Little Engine That Could
Hit the road and flood the engine
Warriors hey yo what’s good
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder
The next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and
Bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder
The next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and
Bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Splash fest, splash on her chest
Stain up her guests
The cowboy range is the world
Get drunk, see Earl
Mom you not safe, blow the whole eighth
Sadat's flossing one to the nozzle
Cash rule everything around me
Dude wanna pound me, these faggots annoying
Y’all know the voice
I come straight off the vine man
Might stay in the Rhineland
With Ana and Greta, she touched me, I let her
Many moves, Snowgoons, Snobodies
You’re all funny moneys
To bills with George face, see
The Benjies, only time, same in the sky
The apple of my mama eye, I get high
Jerry Guire of course Atlanta gonna burn
I holla and she don’t say a word
Play the odds
How the fuck you gonna play the gods?
Understand the cowboy rides alone
You get hit with the stone
Fuck that you gonna bury your own
Sweetenberg well ride
It is what is, dawg from the Rhineland
(Over here) to East River
(Over here) yankee Stadium
It is what is!
I spit fire when I jump in the booth
Straight arsonist, I’m highly marketed
To the underground, it’s targeted
Rhymes get better with time
I put my heart in it
Don’t swine when I dine but
This microphone I’m hogging it
Twenty-two days on the road
Lifestyle out of control
Like a baker I’m getting this dough
Another country, another hole, more drama
In the hotel killing that Bush like Osama
Punch and the Snowgoons
We keep the crowd moving
The hottest, we not losing
We don’t give a bumsen
Choosing to be the Scheiße, we all riding
Your rap career's the reason
The rap game’s dying don’t knock brothers
We hustle with block huggers
My niggas coming for that
Head like a cocksucker
All wack ass rappers we straight riding
Go against the Road Warriors and you’re dying
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder
The next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and
Bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder
The next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and
Bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Yo Sadat X, Sweetenberg connect
The Goons of Snow let loose the blow
Come at your neck most direct
A major problem that your
Department cannot correct
You’re sick as heck
The black David Berkowitz i roam the set
Comb the streets for known threats
Uphold the rep
The chosen vets compose a sketch
For all them checks yes
Send in your rec inside a folder on my desk
So you best, the pony express of urban sets
It’s wordless so each word is
Curved liked an S
Get strangled till your last word
Float off your last breath
You’re lower than earthworms come
Out of dead flesh at the venue extra fresh
Autograph signing breasts
Every ghetto, every city, every borough
Every hood
It’s all just unwritten, everybody understood
And think you’re sweet if you can
Like Little Engine That Could
Hit the road and flood the engine
Warriors hey yo what’s good
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder
The next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and
Bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Burn the rubber, let no man put us under
Through the lightning and the thunder
The next world wonder
We hotter than the summer and
Bold enough to smolder you
We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors
Splash fest, splash on her chest
Stain up her guests
The cowboy range is the world
Get drunk, see Earl
Mom you not safe, blow the whole eighth
Sadat's flossing one to the nozzle
Cash rule everything around me
Dude wanna pound me, these faggots annoying
Y’all know the voice
I come straight off the vine man
Might stay in the Rhineland
With Ana and Greta, she touched me, I let her
Many moves, Snowgoons, Snobodies
You’re all funny moneys
To bills with George face, see
The Benjies, only time, same in the sky
The apple of my mama eye, I get high
Jerry Guire of course Atlanta gonna burn
I holla and she don’t say a word
Play the odds
How the fuck you gonna play the gods?
Understand the cowboy rides alone
You get hit with the stone
Fuck that you gonna bury your own