[Verse 1: I'm at the opera sitting up in the Gun at the valkeyrie Backstage I dabble in black magic & Briefcase of cash, with a fake name through Russia with bombs on a freight train Turn to cokeheads cause they broke bread with goat heads Paranoid with no meds Weaving the Vatican traffic on a moped Carrying machine guns, scream code red Command computers scramble to find intruders Police scan the local rooftops for shooters I'm as Siberia, flow is so superior The smell of cigars Mercedes interior The black snow, black hole like Castro I'm sitting in a cemetery poisoning crows The mass knows nothing of my plots They try deciphering the that this genius drops I concoct concoctions to make your heartbeat We're locked in a Russian sleeping on old cots Guards moving like robots the cellblocks 30 below zero, who the hell Hell's hot? I swore to my maker I'd never spit a flow Or spend in Hell shoveling black snow
[Hook: Ill Watch out where them go We make the sky bleed snow Not after your cash, we are after your We the sky bleed black snow
[Verse 2: The Snowgoons are battering rams through speaker Hazardous craft that'll ya Earthquaking bangers and them smackers slap up the sleepers Landscapes are collapsing when we shatter the We are like the Horsemen breathing down the back of your neck Curtains are met for with no further regrets Have you the ocean face down with a bird on your head I'm rivals flabbergasted, minds can have you backless That's why I'll design my to chop heads off like flying battle-axes Mile on beat, killing it, you as relevant as garbage Stomp through your empire like the of Carthage Colder than the poles when the notions are Stay in and always keep one eye open like Odin When the market is too we march to the goon drum 'Till it's a wrap, leaving you wrapped in a carpet of The storm comes, there'll be no for a last phone call When the dark skies to let the black snow fall
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