SNASS

SNASS - Never lyrics

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[Intro]

I guess this is the moment y'all been waiting for

That's right, starting from this year

Mos Syde Entertainment is gonna represent y'all

Na'am sayin'? It's 2001

Now step to this...

[Verse 1]

It is a one-man game

I've monopolized this business

I'm straight occupying all segments

Not anybody else, only us

And it's like that

You can't wrestle with the likes o' the Mos Syde Scientists

Unless you wanna collide with the big time termites

That's another level of the pyramid

Where you at?

I lived in Medina Heights

The media couldn't do without me

Dig deeper, I'm eating you from underground

How are you gonna fight this drought?

How are you gonna survive this launch?

A bunch of my duns is having you for lunch

It's like you wanna bungee jump wit' us Gee

What?! What?! It's going down

My connection is the way up

Check out the sensational lay-up

The best team ever

Can't you see I'm victorious?

Stop being hilarious

Don't be blinded by the obvious

[CHORUS]

(Never) Never say I never told ya

(Never) Never say it's over til' it's over

(Never) Never operate the swerver til' you sober

(Never) Never trespass I'm a soldier

(Come) Come get some

I blows gum cuz I hate "gun"

I'm the son

That loves basking in the sun

Touching my projects with my right arm

[Verse 2]

Yo, you said it

Here is my retaliation

I've always wanted to hit back

I'm putting you in the baddest situation

Stress is locking you up for consumption

This is when I pop to the top

I guess I'm in luck

It took me five years

I been held hostage in the wannabes cage

Now I'm out with the Clark Wallabies

Ready to rap with the tap

This is how I'm back

To make it blacker than coke, coal or charcoal

As it burns, as we dance

As the world turns

Yeah, hell yeah, it's your posse on the edge

Mos Syde on the verge of clinching the purse

The snaps are all zeros

And no shares

You said you was a hero

Wassup with the Xerox?

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3]

I like the match-up

You won't even catch up

I'ma leave you mixed up

Pull you too a stretcher

When I've doubled up

My style is platinum

I leave your side numb

With my victory dance

You know how it's done duns

It's the realest thing right here

To overtake me

You gotta fade me

But don't fake me

Again it takes tons of time

And guts' smarts to rake me out

My bad, it's even too late

I'm too far this is par 4

I can't be spotted

I can't be caught up

I can't be faded

I ain't claiming

It's the game I'm playing

Y'all better be knowing

That I'm winning this season with a reason (Mos Syde yeah!)

[CHORUS]

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