Snowgoons ft. Chief Kamachi, Jus Allah, Virtuoso - Heads or Tails Lyrics

(German sample in the background)
Yeah, check it out Snowgoons
You know what I'm sayin', Kamachi
Big Virt, Jus Allah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's the fucking deal?
The Snowgoons (Snowgoons)
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', Kamachi
Big Virt (yeah, yeah)
Jus Allah (yeah, nigga)

Yo, at the door of the
Lord my death gospel sings
It's what I serve the kings
I'm an angel with dirty wings
From Hell's church, funeral bells work
Chief, Jus and Virt, we crush the earth
We love to kill like you love the dirt
Code red alert, the guns go berserk
Bring the sensimilla and meet me after work
I'll write another verse and
Send another curse
Philly to Boston, Jersey to Germany
Walk the Autobahn with a bomb screaming
"Emergency"
High like the heavens cause that's
Where I prefer to be
DJ Illegal, cut, start the surgery
It's murder in the thirty-third degree
Juju Mob, Kamach you heard you of me

(And we the rawest muhfuckin'
Click in the felt)
(The real motherfuckers better
Recognize real)
(The real motherfuckers better recognize
Real, real, real, real, real)

Bring your whole squad we
Starve 'em, fuck it, who wants some?
Pawn 'em like the spectre of
Death we reppin' Boston
Smash y'all motherfuckers, you can't touch us
The flow fill your ears 'till
Your skull and brain rupture
Blade slash and cut you
Get the cat of nine tails
Fills the rhyme grill
Stab your heart with nine nails
You faggots spittin' fabrications
Figments of imagination
You won't get the picture until I
Flip and smash your face in
Throw you down a flight of stairs
Stab you with a Viking spear
Your whole cipher's scared cause they
Know the Titan's here
The church clothes blood-stainin' 'em when
I aim at them
Spittin' metal that'll penetrate
Your cranium
Tried saving them, but fuck that
Now I'm maimin' 'em
Mutilation shootin' for God and
Making moves for Satan
Next I'm breaking make his
Body abandon his spirit
Virty swingin' on you motherfuckers
Like Manny Ramirez
(The real motherfuckers better
Recognize real, real, real)

Return your motherfucking soul before my
Next blunt gets rolled
I eat you motherfuckers whole before
The blood gets cold
Truth be told, you talk like a two years old
Same shit you wanna hold like
The purest of gold
When my rhyme begins everything that's
On your mind ends
Each line from divine's like vitamins
Every message from Allah is like medicine
Every one of them could
Purify the Devil's sins fuckin' fool
You probably flunked pre-school
We ain't equals, I ain't readable
You're one step above your
Own mother feeding you
Unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal
You couldn't get this high
Without a fucking needle
And a fuckin' supply to fry three people

(Like MOP, nigga, I'll mash you out)
(And we the rawest muhfuckin'
Click in the felt)
(The real motherfuckers better
Recognize real)
(You're fuckin' with the wrong clan
And the wrong man)
(Real motherfuckers better recognize
Real, real, real, real)
(Real motherfuckers better recognize real
Real, real, real, real)