Текст песни Black Snow 2 - Celph Titled , Ill Bill , Snowgoons , Sicknature
I'm
at
the
opera
sitting
up
in
the
balcony
Gun
aimed
at
the
valkeyrie
Backstage
I
dabble
in
black
magic
& alchemy
Briefcase
of
cash,
passports
with
a
fake
name
Traveling
through
Russia
with
bombs
on
a
freight
train
Turn
popes
to
cokeheads
cause
they
broke
bread
with
goat
heads
Paranoid
skitzophrenics
with
no
meds
Weaving
through
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
sitting
in
a
cemetery
poisoning
black
crows
The
mass
knows
nothing
of
my
fiendish
plots
They
try
deciphering
the
rhymes
that
this
genius
drops
I
concoct
concoctions
to
make
your
heartbeat
stop
We're
locked
in
a
Russian
gulag
sleeping
on
old
cots
Guards
moving
like
robots
patroling
the
cellblocks
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
shoveling
black
snow
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
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
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
I'm
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,
killing
it,
you
as
relevant
as
garbage
Stomp
through
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
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?
Dumping
everything
I
got
at
ya
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
backdoor
I
let
the
brrrat
go
repping
for
Black
Snow
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