(Intro - O.C.)
Snowgoons... one two
Heheahahaha, uhh
Yeah? Yeah...
(Verse 1 - O.C.)
Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five, while two double oh-six is here
my energy be for all to accept and hear, I'm not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game, won't refrain
O.C., speak my mind 'cause I ain't no lame, never defendin', creates my own lane
long live the saga, with a clear slate clear head these days, works for hire, possible if I'm prepaid
Welcome me back, give a toast to my libido flow, similar to s** spurnt from my urethra
friction, give off heat like a fever, good lucks for those who wish, I don't need it
Much to my amazement, or should I say that I'm not surprised, I still reside in the basement
wits and charm is what bless this tongue, along with the mindstate for me to write these songs
(Chorus - O.C. + Wordsworth)
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory, yhis ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin' for me, this ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
(Verse 2 - Reef the Lost Cauze)
Dead in the middle of Germany, puffin' herbally, observe me as I absurdably murder beats verbally to the third degree
I ain't no nerd or freak, I'm the word, the streak, that works Shareef, peace, nice to meet
I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash, your s*** is whack, it's trash, I just have to ask
you just playin' right? You can't be tryin', I'll blow you the f*** away like a dandelion
Be a man c'mon now, you can't be cryin', my next album six figures or I shan't be signin'
I'm so independent I'll GO independent, get dough independent, I SMOKE independents~!
The most mentally ill, so gifted and real, the spit that can kill, pick up the mic it's like I lift up the steel
aim it at your temple, now how that feel? It hurts like a m*********** don't it? Now bow down and kneel
(Chorus - O.C. + Wordsworth)
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory, yhis ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin' for me, this ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
(Verse 3 - Rasco)
Look, yo, man I'm back for it, it's the black poet, sit down spit rhymes just to get the stacks flowin'
you cats ain't knowin', man I'm back for revenge, the real s***, never had to pretend
Shatter your shins, n**** go and gather your ends, call your friends, forgivin' you for all your sins
it all begins, right here, makin' it quite clear, it's twenty-oh-six, make sure it's the right year
To your right ear, or your left lobe, still swingin' hard, then watch a n****'s chest fold
get this dress code, I spit the best flows, no cat better than Ras to stack cheddar
You all falsetto with no bass and no taste, bring it to you live at sunrise at yo' place
I give 'em no s***e, we on a dough chase, n***** can't get it 'cause they movin' at a slow pace
(Chorus - O.C. + Wordsworth)
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory, yhis ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin' for me, this ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
(Outro)
Yeah, d*** Swan in the building, Snowgoons, live
Snowgoons... one two
Heheahahaha, uhh
Yeah? Yeah...
(Verse 1 - O.C.)
Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five, while two double oh-six is here
my energy be for all to accept and hear, I'm not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game, won't refrain
O.C., speak my mind 'cause I ain't no lame, never defendin', creates my own lane
long live the saga, with a clear slate clear head these days, works for hire, possible if I'm prepaid
Welcome me back, give a toast to my libido flow, similar to s** spurnt from my urethra
friction, give off heat like a fever, good lucks for those who wish, I don't need it
Much to my amazement, or should I say that I'm not surprised, I still reside in the basement
wits and charm is what bless this tongue, along with the mindstate for me to write these songs
(Chorus - O.C. + Wordsworth)
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory, yhis ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin' for me, this ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
(Verse 2 - Reef the Lost Cauze)
Dead in the middle of Germany, puffin' herbally, observe me as I absurdably murder beats verbally to the third degree
I ain't no nerd or freak, I'm the word, the streak, that works Shareef, peace, nice to meet
I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash, your s*** is whack, it's trash, I just have to ask
you just playin' right? You can't be tryin', I'll blow you the f*** away like a dandelion
Be a man c'mon now, you can't be cryin', my next album six figures or I shan't be signin'
I'm so independent I'll GO independent, get dough independent, I SMOKE independents~!
The most mentally ill, so gifted and real, the spit that can kill, pick up the mic it's like I lift up the steel
aim it at your temple, now how that feel? It hurts like a m*********** don't it? Now bow down and kneel
(Chorus - O.C. + Wordsworth)
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory, yhis ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin' for me, this ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
(Verse 3 - Rasco)
Look, yo, man I'm back for it, it's the black poet, sit down spit rhymes just to get the stacks flowin'
you cats ain't knowin', man I'm back for revenge, the real s***, never had to pretend
Shatter your shins, n**** go and gather your ends, call your friends, forgivin' you for all your sins
it all begins, right here, makin' it quite clear, it's twenty-oh-six, make sure it's the right year
To your right ear, or your left lobe, still swingin' hard, then watch a n****'s chest fold
get this dress code, I spit the best flows, no cat better than Ras to stack cheddar
You all falsetto with no bass and no taste, bring it to you live at sunrise at yo' place
I give 'em no s***e, we on a dough chase, n***** can't get it 'cause they movin' at a slow pace
(Chorus - O.C. + Wordsworth)
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory, yhis ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
These young rappers in the game ain't got nuttin' for me, this ain't another war story, this is trill
my heart, my brain got the will to survive, in my shoes, you wouldn't make it out alive, no
(Outro)
Yeah, d*** Swan in the building, Snowgoons, live