The Legacy - Esoteric, Fredro Starr, Godilla

Esoteric is a life taker, deck you with a haymaker

Widow maker, camouflaged wind-breaker

Savage apparel for the hazardous Pharaoh

AOTP keep your bullet trapped in a barrel

Go ahead and circle your wagons while I’m reversing your patterns

Ski mask flow, I do everything in murderous fashion (bloaw!)

Perfect assassin, ghost protocol, Ethan Hunt

Demigod putting bodies in the trunk

Powdered out, Coka Nostra, scraping up the white lines

Outta town local yokels, hating from the sidelines

Light up a murder verse, fire like a burning church

Microphones sorta like a scalpel when the surgeon works

Gimme perverted nurses and librarians

Knowledge born through caesarian, Luciferian

Billy Crystal, who compares to him?

Shooting Romans out their chariots, always prepared to win

Rise of the phoenix, or an iron butterfly

Evidently proof our legacy couldn’t die

No shook and jive, I took my time

Don’t look behind, from books from lines, no hooks, just rhymes

A simpler time defined, by vinyl and boom box

Write a banger like the heat outta the shoe box

Technology killing the art like Suge did 2Pac

So I brought freedom to the back alleys and rooftops

Ayo it’s real in the hood, blood spills by the liters

You can run to the store, get killed for Adidas

Why I keep more guns than Gilbert Arenas

Four-five or ninas, like I fill with heaters

Rather be on stage rockin' filled up arenas than

Stuck in the hood, fiends still trying to beat us

Hardcore bitches catch chills when they meet us

Overcrowded jail cells fill with repeaters

Sicknature throw a party (where)

Out the window like «Get the fuck out!»

Snowgoons, frost giants, show 'em what Ragnarok 'bout

Party turns independent, fuck a piece of crap at the major

We’ll have your fucking ass on a stick like Vlad the Impaler

Industry rapper acting like puppets on chloroform

Call yourself monsters, you nothing but muppets and pokemon

Ya ain’t spooky, my legacy tunes is killer cold fruity

Not even ten global warmings could melt the Snowgoonies

I’ll bring forth a legacy for y’all to remember me

Deposit made to the bank of your memory

Attitude fuck the world like Ron Jeremy

Add to the fact that I need sex therapy

Era be etched in stone Face unknown

I’m famous, for breathing life to the microphone

Metaphors and rhymes, hard on my grind

On my tombstone write the greatest of all time

My name REKS, I bear the flag for the bottom of the bottle

The gone and forgotten brothers million man marching

I’m a marksmen, show off darts and red category

Add up all these rappers you’ll be hard pressed to rep before me

Pawns be birthed in the laboratory

Somewhere in the M.A.-chaching, chaching-assachusetts

As you choose who you in the booth with, be wary of me

Momma named me Cory, but you can call me Ruthless

Yeah yeah.

Thirstin Howl the mother fucking third, on a Snowgoons tune (ha ha)

I’m the double-L, general, heaven, hell

Wedding bells, wear it well

Thirstin Howl, not no Gilligan shit

Never had a deal but I’m still in this bitch

Brownsville stripes, earned every one

Puerto Rican, sleepin', same cemetery Pun

Big vig low, crazy catalogue

My main bitch pussy say Made in Panama

Planetary, ATOP shit

OuterSpace, this is how it feels when the heat hit

Snowgoons shit, beats make the moon split

Even though the sun gonna shine when I move quick

I’m a living legacy that’s heavily influenced

By the evils set through the tones of my music

I don’t give two shits, y’all just irrelevant

This is my house we pulling guns for the settlement

In a rhyme cipher, you’re futile like a blind sniper

I’ll strike like a typewriter, hot shit like a fried diaper

In my dynasty, my legacy spread vaginas and dead MC’s

Next level trees like forests that cover Lebanese

Border scorching devil weed Roll a gram and smoke this shit

Ignore the rebels, bleed slower than Milošević

You know me bitch, oh you don’t, well who am I?

Virtuoso, supersized, flow thee foes euthanized

Mezzanine, through hawk eyes with Belgian beers and corkscrews

Grey goose spilled on my suede shoes, y’all fake dudes

Slaughter rap, broad street bully green a quarterback

Talk slick three hundred yards quick like Mike Vick

White kicks, tattoos drink pierce from ice picks

Might flip when trying to take the mic from my tight grip

The 'goons and Maylay Sparks, black attack, Guiness harp

Iron swords hover over mixing board to keep it sharp

A young adolescent searching for a dream, willing to succeed

By any means taken every step to be seen

Every lyrics stronger than a blast

To be remembered when I’m gone, living legacy forever-lasting

This pen and paper got me through the hard times

Because of how I rhyme I’m ripping out, rocking, acting out of line

Divine style got you right to a T

If you ain’t with us underground, stay the fuck out the scene

Divine styler, whiler, rhyhme skills get fouler

Mic profiler, lights out and sessions out ya

Performers, I enter the stage they scream louder

Embrace the mic, I’m seein the sea they scream shout ya

Stadiums, Palladiums, Snowgoons who fating them

This from the essence, from the ground up we blazin' them

From the slums and the ghettos where they raised us from

We fan glorious, the crowd, we amazing them

Hot like a ghetto get to live in the

Spit a rhetoric metaphor sentiments lifting your tenements

Residents feath’rin' senators, I menace and I reddit

My hand scrolls the evidence, my pen flawless excellence

You’re the tiny little ittl bittle, find the fiddle

Mind is brittle, crime biddles, my rhymes define the riddle, middle

Name, Dot, first name Man, metal

Hit you, press rewind, Snowgoons bless the mind

Yeah, and the rest is mine

They needed a hero and I’m just in time, I’m a monster on them drums

The father to you crumbs, it’s brotherhood

Snowgoons, godfathers to my son

Let the gats burst, I react first, these rappers lust to get their wax worth

But their wack verse only equals what the raps worth

Now wipe that smirk off your ugly fucking face before I smack earth

Wind, fire, empires, we build quietly

It’s snowgoons forever, rise high as the sky should be

The legacy survives by me

Your favourite MC in here and that’s who the fuck I should be

Keep your eyes on me, cause when my brothers decide it’s beef I’m the guy who

squeezed

Die violently, I fucking hate y’all publicly and privately

This is Snowgoons Dynasty