This Is Goons Shit Testo

Testo This Is Goons Shit

E’Flash

“From the bottom we built this, no hand-outs nigga we had to go for self,
Killin’ every record we touch, all this shit have to hurt,
Goon Music, elite goons runnin’ the streets,
Goons comin’ from everywhere, suckers cannot compete,
It’s a takeover, mind of a great soldier,
8th holder that spit, rip your cavity and break shoulders,
Was known for sellin’ work on the park bench to earn my keep,
Mixin’ wild coke with flour, to some, work for cheap,
Feelin’ like the best in the business, you other rappers weak,
Snowgoons Infantry nigga, who make the hotter beats?
Black Snow, you cowards get clapped slow,
Facts though, ain’t another movement like us lettin’ their GATS blow,
Verbally, you rap commercially, and we don’t feel that,
Personally, ___ it hurts for free if not for real rap,
Natural Born Spitters are back, guns loaded and packed,
Shots explode in your back, verbal attack nigga.”

V. Knuckles

“I step foot in the Black Snow, spit a 16
That’ll make the ground crack slow,
Shit we spit is dismissin’ all your whack flow
It’s written with precision, niggas thought I let the MAC go,
It’s the vets, better ask around,
First black man in the fam with the cap and gown,
I did it for my mom, but I’m stackin’ now,
Middle finger to the government, they a pack o’ clowns,
We’ve been in the streets tryin’ to traffic pounds,
Now we on beats by Snowgoons with a platinum sound,
Had the best clients, they just kept buyin’,
‘round the clock, makin’ plays like I’m Dez Bryant,
Who wanna test violence, I’ll press iron,
Leave your chest fryin’, the tube spit,
Now your set’s dyin’, all our lives had to grind on some Goon shit,
My wolves hungry, and tonight the full moon’s lit.”


Planet Asia

“Yo, never tempt a stomach that’s growlin’,
Four more mouth formin’, wolfgang howlin’,
Too late to throw the towel in, shots from the rusty hammer,
Texas .38, my gun got a country grammar,
Nanna showed me my first gun, it had a country grammar,
So all that stupid shit you on is just a bunch o’ Fanta,
A bunch o’ fake jewelry with a bunch of cameras,
You and your nerd squad can be the next victim on World Star,
Ridiculously rap back and pistol whip,
Thought you was with the shit, I see you just a bird pa,
I keep the heat near to heat up your faggot ass streetwear,
Your funny lookin’ clothes and feetwear,
Homie I’ve been the truth, vance my nigga,
Bitch dance, but I don’t need a bitch trippin’,
I just need the loot, what’s life without a taste of wealth,
It’s a stick up, now everybody break yourself.”