Snowgoons - Black Snow 2 ft Apathy, Sicknature, Celph Titled & Ill Bill (Official) w/ Lyrics video free download

Snowgoons - Black Snow 2 out now:

iTunes Bonus Edition https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/black-snow-2/id745156732

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Bandcamp: https://snowgoons.bandcamp.com/album/black-snow-2

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Trailer by Sixkay https://www.facebook.com/sixkaymusic

Cover art by https://www.facebook.com/ALTERPROD.ALTERBEATS

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Lyrics:

Apathy:

Intro: Apathy, Snowgoons Yeah

Demigodz, Army Of The Pharaohs

At the speed of sound

I'm at the opera, Sittin' up in the balcony

Gun aimed at the valkeyrie

Back stage I dabble in black magic & alchemy

Briefcase of cash, Passports with a fake name

Traveling thru Russia with bombs on a freight train

Turn popes to coke heads cuz they broke bread with goat heads

Paranoid skitzophrenics with no meds

Weavin thru the Vatican traffic on a moped

Carrying machine guns cops scream code red

Command center computers scramble to find intruders

Police scan the local rooftops for sharp shooters

I'm cold as Siberia, flow is so superior

The smell of cigars stain Mercedes interior

The black snow black hole leader like Castro

I'm sittin in a cemetery poisoning black crows

The mass knows nothin of my fiendish plots

They try decipherin the rhymes that this genius drops

I concoct concoctions to make ya heart beat stop

We're locked in a Russian gulag sleepin on old cots

Guards movin like robots patrolin the cell blocks

30 below zero who the Hell said Hell's hot?

I swore to my maker I'd never spit a wack flow

Or spend eternity in Hell shovelin black snow

Ill Bill Hook:

2x

Watch out where them Snowgoons go

We make the sky bleed black snow

Not after your cash we are after your soul

We make the sky bleed black snow

Sicknature:

The Snowgoons are battering rams through your speaker

Hazardous craft that´ll freeze ya

Earthquaking bangers and them smackers that slap up the sleepers

Landscapes are collapsing when we shatter the sets

We are like the Four Horsemen breathing down the back of your neck

Curtains are met for competition with no further regrets

Have you floating the ocean, face down with a bird on your head

Im leaving rivals flabbergasted, minds can have you backless

That´s why I´ll design my raps to chop heads off like flying battle-axes

Green Mile on beat, killin it, you as relevant as garbage

Stomp thru your empire like the elephants of Carthage

Colder than the poles when the notions are woven

Stay in control and always keep one eye open like Odin

When the market is too numb, we march to the goon drum

Till it´s a wrap, leaving you wrapped in a carpet of goosebumps

The storm comes, there´ll be no time for a last phone call

When the dark skies open to let the black snow fall

Ill Bill Hook:

2x

Watch out where them Snowgoons go

We make the sky bleed black snow

Not after your cash we are after your soul

We make the sky bleed black snow

Celph Titled:

I got a sinister plot to administer shots

Samurais that let hammers fly, ninjas with glocks

Bust through brick walls, walk through glass

Terminator Titled, let 'em live, why would I do that?

Dumpin' everything I got at cha'

Don't you think it's odd that I run this shit from Antarctica to Ottawa

Stuff you in a garbage truck, cause you been trash

Wear your hat straight but I'll put snaps where your brim at

Make you rock a special needs helmet cause you been wack

Uppercut punch left you bent back

Halfway up your nose was the chin strap

The doctor handed me some notes and this graph

That said this boy need a skin graft

I don't talk to cops so save that report

My interrogation video's a Charlie Chaplin short

So when you hear the gat blow. we comin' through the back door

I let the brrrat go reppin' for Black Snow

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