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"