[00:03.45][Featuring: Slaine, Singapore Kane, Lord Lhus][00:07.41][Intro:][00:09.84]God I think the world is about to collapse! C'mon![00:12.75]The buildings and walls are are falling[00:14.61]If you don't know, you should by now[00:16.83]It's the ****ing Snowgoons in the building[00:19.77]And you're rocking with Singapore Kane and Slaine[00:26.58]It's 2008, dummy[00:26.82][Verse 1: Slaine][00:32.19]All eyes are staring at me, people watching the villain[00:34.65]They see my rising with the rebels to the top of the building[00:37.29]Being stuck down at the bottom is the vilest feeling[00:39.66]Desolate soul for vodka that's swilling, popping the pilling[00:42.33]Jealously swirling in their eyes, they're plotting to kill em[00:44.97]But I been there and believe me, I ain't forgotten the feeling[00:47.37]I lived the dark nights and heard the pain crash from the ceiling[00:49.89]I mean the raindrops hang in 'caine spots with dealers[00:52.50]Now fighting a different war, smoking less, sniffing more[00:55.38]Every week a different chore, every month a different tour[00:58.08]I got a gang of haters everyday I piss em off a little more[01:00.99]Whatchu think I got a ****ing pistol for?[01:03.03]Jealousy's a disease that affect my enemies[01:05.85]They're scheming while they're sipping on the Hennessy[01:07.89]Me, I'm overseas making G's like I stick banks[01:10.50]Rocking mics, sniffing foreign coke out of Swiss francs[01:13.02][Chorus: x2][01:22.71]We bring the devastation, never a moment of hesitation[01:25.38]When we smash your face and leave your blood pasted upon the pavement[01:28.08]The sons of Satan, keeping it rugged, **** the debating[01:30.39]Whatchu talking about? You weak, our fury is full of hatred[01:33.03][Verse 2:][01:42.84]It's no benefits trying to test me and my affiliates[01:45.75]Soon as you consider it we smack dudes illiterate[01:48.27]Sidestep the petty shit, forever it's a militant's mission[01:51.06]To get the cheese and stretch it like mozzarella sticks[01:53.37]Test me, I'm ready, my girl got my machete[01:55.50]And she's ready to cut your throat like Chequeta in Belly[01:58.11]You as hard as a rock, now you sweeter than jelly[02:00.60]No one believes the shit that you spit on the telly[02:03.09]Despite how you live your looks I'll never play by the books[02:05.76]The silent kid in the room is really the biggest crook[02:08.25]Pulling out the biggest jux you'll ever [? ] nook[02:10.71]Fight to the death with guns and knives and left hooks[02:13.32]Dudes talk the talk but they don't walk any similar[02:15.99]We'll separate your soul from your body like oil and vinegar[02:18.51]High off the sticky, insane when I'm sober[02:21.06]Spit poison in my verse like killer cobra[02:23.31][Verse 3:][02:23.55]The style raw, kick it rugged like it's sting'll crack your face[02:26.07]It's the mind place ditched me in hell what I create[02:28.53]It's the rhyme squad, some of mine is gone with the wind[02:31.08]I'm better than half you rappers who faking it like pretend[02:33.57]To the end I'm a murder this, MC's keep on observing this[02:36.36]I hear you bite my shit and they're gonna find you where the murder was[02:39.06]I kick it I'll sick twisted acapella when I rock a fella[02:42.09]Rolling with dime bitches and cocking?[02:44.10]My rhyme is torture, slowly pulling out your guts[02:46.23]While your whole body soaked in alcohol and paper cuts[02:49.17]Then the knife slides into your right thigh[02:51.15]You think you might die, you right, you see the visions of your life fly[02:54.30]Right past you, my clique'll really bash you[02:56.67]Into your skull then suck your brains out like a vacuum[02:58.98]My backroom is filled with goons and street thugs[03:01.32]Killers hate love, sweeten your [? ] and pull?[03:03.39][Chorus x2]