Snowgoons - Serve Justice lyrics

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Lost Children of Babylon

Snowgoons

(You'll burn if we shoot ya)

Sunz of Man, the Killah Priest

Maccabeez, Wu-Tang

I was consumed by the eternal flames of the sacred fire

Out of war with Mazda, within the temples of Sebastiyeh

Where I met four Samarian Priests

The Killah Priest from the Middle East

That deciphered Cuneiform from the walls of Chaldea

And was given forty keys of the Annunaki to unlock the seal of Solomon

Left stranded in the desert with my cheddard dick

Where soon pyramids form in the form of sandstorm

The God was born

In the volcano surrounded by brimstone

Conceived through a sea of lava

And when he spoke words of wisdom;

He spit magma that could extinguish the sun

I recite a pack of ultra-violet radiation into the ancient hills of Ethiopia

And receive the Ark of the Covenant

The holy Shaman that speaks words of the holy Prophet

Muhammad (pbuh)

Rasul Allah nigga

Straight up we serve justice

So if you can't be trusted

May you return with a death wish

Straight up Snowgoons serve justice

So if you can't be trusted

May you return with a death wish

My sword will decapitate your head before it falls off

Kick your chest back and snatch you by your hair

Like a phat money stack, then I slam it to the canvas

Watch your blood splatter over the canvas

Priest does damage, I push your soul through the planet

Murder verses run rampant

The devil's fingerprints upon my handscript

The death of evangelist, once the black candle's are lit

I sit in your living room with my hand on the fifth

I'm said to be like 'Jack the Ripper' but only sicker

This rap killer just off remove your body members

I stretch you way outta normal figure

Then I cut you open, have your organs for dinner

You'll be more than injured when you enter into a battle

I come correct

(Ol' Dirty Bastard sample "Brooklyn Zoo")

"Slacking on your back cause raw's what you lack

You wanna react? Bring it on back... "

That means beware, I'm prepared for slaughter

Or the respirator, be breathing for ya, straight torture

Killah Priest the killing machine and I'm the author

Priest with German Luger, be the shooters

So turn to us the future niggas

I slit your throat with a butcher knife

Then I puncture your chest with a rusty spike

I pierce your neck with a javelin

Then watch you start babbling

That's the pints of blood start traveling

I sleep in a skin-covered casket

The African spear throw, oh yes I drink acid

I kidnap Catholics and I wrap 'em in plastic

Then I piss on you all to you bastards

I was born in a black straightjacket

The Priest's hand I'm holding the black ratchet

On the Black Sabbath with black rabbits following

Skin omen, behold the Ghetto Solomon

Hear the voices from the graves keep hollering

I'm Neolithic but my brain is much modern

Yelling "Origami" I dress you up like a Jew

Then send you to a Palestinian army