Heads Or Tails - Snowgoons, Chief Kamachi, Jus Allah

You know what I’m sayin', Kamachi

Big Virt, Jus Allah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what’s the fucking deal?

The Snowgoons (Snowgoons)

Yeah, you know what I’m sayin', Kamachi

Big Virt (Yeah, yeah)

Jus Allah (Yeah, nigga)

Yo, at the door of the lord my death gospel sings

It’s what I serve the kings, I’m an angel with dirty wings

From Hell’s church, funeral bells work

Chief, Jus and Virt, we crush the earth

We love to kill like you love the dirt

Code red alert, the guns go berserk

Bring the sensimilla and meet me after work

I’ll write another verse and send another curse

Philly to Boston, Jersey to Germany

Walk the Autobahn with a bomb screaming, «Emergency»

High like the heavens cause that’s where I prefer to be

DJ Illegal, cut, start the surgery

It’s murder in the thirty-third degree

Juju Mob, Kamach you heard you of me

(And we the rawest muhfuckin' click in the felt)

(The real motherfuckers better recognize real)

(The real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real, real, real)

Bring your whole squad we starve 'em, fuck it, who wants some?

Pawn 'em like the spectre of death we reppin' Boston

Smash y’all motherfuckers, you can’t touch us

The flow fill your ears 'till your skull and brain rupture

Pain slashin' cut you, get the cat of nine tails

Fills the rhyme grill, stab your heart with nine nails

You faggots spittin' fabrications, figments of imagination

You won’t get the picture until I flip and smash your face in

Throw you down a flight of stairs, stab you with a Viking spear

Your whole cipher’s scared cause they know the Titan’s here

The church clothes blood-stainin' 'em when I’m aiming them

Spittin' metal that’ll penetrate your cranium

Tried saving them, but fuck that, now I’m maimin' 'em

Mutilation shootin' for God and making moves for Satan

Next I’m breaking makin' his body abandon his spirit

Started swingin' on you motherfuckers like Manny Ramirez

(The real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real)

Return your motherfucking soul before my next blunt gets rolled

I eat you motherfuckers whole before the blood gets cold

Truth be told, you talk like a two years old

Same shit you wanna hold like the purest of gold

When my rhyme begins everything that’s on your mind ends

Each line from divine’s like vitamins

Every message from Allah is like medicine

Every one of them could purify the Devil’s sins

Fuckin' fool, you probably flunked pre-school

We ain’t equals, I ain’t readable

You’re one step above your own mother feeding you

Unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal

You couldn’t get this high without a fucking needle

And a fuckin' supply to fry three people

(Like M.O.P., nigga, I’ll mash you out)

(And we the rawest muhfuckin' click in the felt)

(The real motherfuckers better recognize real)

(You're fuckin' with the wrong clan and the wrong man)

(Real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real, real)

(Real motherfuckers better recognize real, real, real, real, real)