The Storm - Snowgoons, SnowgoonsIBoom Bap Project, Boom Bap Project

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 we 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 really even 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 until the job is done

Now word is born, show em how the west is won

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 pre-occupied with niceness

for now choose to drive without a license

I blow at attempts to oppose half the vices

The price you choose you’re too righteous to lose

When the light is confused from a ground night of booze

I might just peruse and then cruise

For the souls of my better crews and the losers fucking lose

The dude gets a clue from a lost family crew

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

on your properties we owe all the farmheads

I liken the cycle despite cats is spiteful

I might pull the def jux like Cage, Vast, and Vordul