Snowgoons, Boom Bap Project - The Storm lyrics
[Snowgoons, Boom Bap Project - The Storm lyrics]
No need to speak my name defined with you
Not in every instance just
Depending on the situ-
-ation cause them haters always scheming
How to get ya not the ones you think
I'm talking about those hanging with ya
Smile in your face and they
Turn around and diss ya
Wonder if you died would they
Even really miss ya
Those the ones to watch cause they
Close enough to get ya
That's why my inner circle's filled with
Heads I trust my life to
The chosen few, we walk as one
We stay ready for action 'til
The job is done
Our word is bond, show em how the west is won
Try to stay hot like we walk on the sun
We usually calm
Problems start fuck it it's on
But it's time for revolution's
What we usually on
So we fight for the solution
When confusion is wrong
Trying to get some restitution through
The words of these songs
Right across the way I see
A middle aged crisis the eye in my raps
That's preoccupied with niceness
So lately for now I choose
To drive without a license
I blow at attempts to oppose half the vices
The price you choose you's
Too righteous to lose
When the light is confused from
A grand night of booze
I might just peruse and then cruise
For the souls of my Jews better
Crews and the losers fucking lose
The dude gets a clue from a lost family feud
Like a vice grip my dudes stay aware
Raise the right fist
I spar with a shadow in the likeness
A battle where it's will against might
Like a clash amongst the Titans
Reap what we sow when it ripen
The cats on the properties we owe
All the farm hands that sniping
I liken the cycle to spite cats is spiteful
I might pull the def jux like Cage, Vast
And Vordul
Not in every instance just
Depending on the situ-
-ation cause them haters always scheming
How to get ya not the ones you think
I'm talking about those hanging with ya
Smile in your face and they
Turn around and diss ya
Wonder if you died would they
Even really miss ya
Those the ones to watch cause they
Close enough to get ya
That's why my inner circle's filled with
Heads I trust my life to
The chosen few, we walk as one
We stay ready for action 'til
The job is done
Our word is bond, show em how the west is won
Try to stay hot like we walk on the sun
We usually calm
Problems start fuck it it's on
But it's time for revolution's
What we usually on
So we fight for the solution
When confusion is wrong
Trying to get some restitution through
The words of these songs
Right across the way I see
A middle aged crisis the eye in my raps
That's preoccupied with niceness
So lately for now I choose
To drive without a license
I blow at attempts to oppose half the vices
The price you choose you's
Too righteous to lose
When the light is confused from
A grand night of booze
I might just peruse and then cruise
For the souls of my Jews better
Crews and the losers fucking lose
The dude gets a clue from a lost family feud
Like a vice grip my dudes stay aware
Raise the right fist
I spar with a shadow in the likeness
A battle where it's will against might
Like a clash amongst the Titans
Reap what we sow when it ripen
The cats on the properties we owe
All the farm hands that sniping
I liken the cycle to spite cats is spiteful
I might pull the def jux like Cage, Vast
And Vordul