[Verse 1: I'm at the sitting up in the balcony Gun at the valkeyrie Backstage I dabble in black & alchemy Briefcase of cash, passports with a fake Traveling through Russia with bombs on a freight Turn popes to cokeheads cause broke bread with goat heads Paranoid skitzophrenics no meds Weaving the Vatican traffic on a moped Carrying machine guns, scream code red Command center computers scramble to intruders Police scan the local rooftops for shooters I'm cold as Siberia, is so superior The smell of cigars stain interior The black snow, black hole leader Castro I'm sitting in a poisoning black crows The mass knows of my fiendish plots They try deciphering the rhymes that this drops I concoct concoctions to make your stop locked in a Russian gulag sleeping on old cots Guards moving like robots patroling the 30 zero, who the hell said Hell's hot? I swore to my maker I'd spit a wack flow Or eternity in Hell shoveling black snow
Ill Bill] Watch out them Snowgoons go We make the sky black snow Not after your cash, we are after your We make the sky bleed black
[Verse 2: The Snowgoons are rams through your speaker Hazardous craft freeze ya Earthquaking bangers and them that slap up the sleepers Landscapes are collapsing when we the sets We are like the Four Horsemen breathing down the back of neck are met for competition with no further regrets Have you floating the ocean face down with a bird on head I'm leaving flabbergasted, minds can have you backless why I'll design my raps to chop heads off like flying battle-axes Green Mile on beat, it, you as relevant as garbage Stomp through your empire the elephants of Carthage Colder the poles when the notions are woven Stay in control and always one eye open like Odin When the market is too numb we march to the goon 'Till it's a wrap, you wrapped in a carpet of goosebumps The comes, there'll be no time for a last phone call When the dark open to let the black snow fall
[Verse 3: Titled] I got a sinister plot to administer Samurais let hammers fly, ninjas with Glocks Bust through brick walls, walk through Terminator Titled, let 'em live, why I do that? everything I got at ya Don't you think it's odd that I run this from Antarctica to Ottawa? you in a garbage truck,cause you been trash Wear hat straight, but I'll put snaps where your brim at Make you rock a special needs helmet cause you been Uppercut punch, you bent back Halfway up nose was the chin strap The doctor me some notes and this graph That this boy need a skin graft I don't talk to cops so save that My interrogation a Charlie Chaplin short So when you hear the gat blow we comin' through the I let the brrrat go repping for Black