Snowgoons - "Knockatomi Plaza" (Instrumental) [Official Audio]

[@NeffUNGA]

SNOWGOONS infantry! This is real music!

[@HowieWilhelm]

So sick.

[@motm4437]

raw.... produced really raw.... but... it is gold

[@AntonioBlok]

Meravigliosa

[@DirtyOlLungz]

the time has comin ,now it's just me and my tin army

[@ClanReignOfKaos]

Push the gas to the pedal, Belvadear Roseland Deserve an award swipe across the sword Seein starlights shinin gold, In the book it was so called old or so called told. Spit a verse to rock ya chin, Stick to an L bags of dough an hotboxin, Mobmen saw me up in the hills a verse so strong you feel in press up on your cavity grill, 12 gauge Have your body send you flyin out the windowsill. Clit clat my names young pat and i want my name back..

[@JackJack-ps2ut]

Yo you spit it whack attack you like a snow goon / your sentences are short because inside your head there's no room / The battle god of terror these embarrassments have no clue / hit you like a baseball bat your head beating so bruised / Back to the crib smokes cones on a loop writing / strike like the light turned black now a beast typing /

[@sitepro1]

My raps raw stay battle hymns / armor up n guard your chins / whole team knockout artists / breath laced with 1/8s n imported gins / Im on the verge of terror / new rappers better look for shelter / you idolize LeBron / my idols Jim Jones n all of helter skelter / I know you slow n stupid / others get it why don't you kid / im on some take your precious stones / trade them for canned foods n 80s music / ...CT 203

[@LewBeCrazy]

860

[@robroy1173]

Im with the krypt keeper tryna find the right key to open up the latch cuz we bringin rap back to life im from the bay so im kinda hyphy but im also bout my paper cuz it cost to gas the scraper

[@andimori6981]

My dear fiend is dead for those he better be

[@sherardb.5064]

Feb 14th I'm causing a massacre/ blood on your mascara when I start dumping at the passenger/ I'm dark black coal you something like lavender/ my bullets go through fenders while you throw rocks like Airbender/ stuffy nose air thinner surrounded by molded bread winners/ the projects made us disposable objects courtesy of the white supremacy process/ tellin him hate his melanin then jailing em without bailing em/ everytime we make a song about selling crack we failing em/ so that ain't what I'm selling em this is the lyrics I'm mailing em/ p.s. soon as u get this tape pop it in/ cause after read the shit ill probably never pop again/ like ill never see my Pops again the liquor took his last wind/ took so many losses and paid court costs can't remember my last win/ I write rhymes with my mind can't remember my last pen/ my homie told that that was his last bid/ tell a sucka called his wife a bitch and cursed his kid/ splitted his wig and gav my dog 2 life sentences/ learn to let go of anything in life that's a sentiment