[00:00.69]{Intro}
[00:05.18](*German sample in the background*)
[00:08.24]Yeah, check it out; Snowgoons
[00:10.21]You know what I'm sayin', Kamachi
[00:12.61]Big Virt, Jus Allah
[00:16.86]Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's the ****ing deal?
[00:28.47]The Snowgoons (Snowgoons)
[00:31.03]Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', Kamachi
[00:35.13]Big Virt (Yeah, yeah)
[00:37.44]If l could get my shit together
[00:40.29]{Verse 1: Chief Kamachi}
[00:41.76]Yo, at the door of the lord my death gospel sings
[00:44.04]It’s what I serve the kings, I’m an angel with dirty wings
[00:46.76]From Hell’s church, funeral bells work
[00:48.95]Chief, Jus and Virt, we crush the earth
[00:51.59]We love to kill like you love the dirt
[00:54.36]Code red alert, the guns go berserk
[00:56.78]Bring the sensimilla and meet me after work
[00:59.12]I’ll write another verse and send another curse
[01:01.77]Philly to Boston, Jersey to Germany
[01:04.23]Walk the Autobahn with a bomb screaming, “Emergency”
[01:06.81]High like the heavens cause that’s where I prefer to be
[01:09.23]DJ Illegal, cut, start the surgery
[01:11.46]It’s murder in the thirty-third degree
[01:14.34]Juju Mob, Kamach you heard you of me
[01:16.67](And we the rawest ****ing click in the felt)
[01:19.19]The real mother****ers better recognize real
[01:21.57]The real mother****ers better recognize real, real, real, real, real
[01:26.25]{Verse 2: Virtuoso}
[01:26.75]Bring your whole squad we starve 'em, **** it, who wants some?
[01:29.15]Pawn 'em like the spectre of death we reppin' Boston
[01:31.55]Smash y’all mother****ers, you can’t touch us
[01:33.95]The flow fill your ears 'till your skull and brain rupture
[01:36.36]Pain slashin' cut you, get the cat of nine tails
[01:39.06]Fills the rhyme grill, stab your heart with nine nails
[01:41.43]You faggots spittin' fabrications, figments of imagination
[01:44.07]You won’t get the picture until I flip and smash your face in
[01:46.31]Throw you down a flight of stairs, stab you with a Viking spear
[01:49.15]Your whole cipher’s scared cause they know the Titan’s here
[01:51.85]The church clothes blood-stainin' 'em when I’m aiming them
[01:54.79]Spittin' metal that’ll penetrate your cranium
[01:56.73]Tried saving them, but **** that, now I’m maiming 'em
[01:59.29]Mutilation shootin' for God and making moves for Satan
[02:01.72]Next I’m breaking makin' his body abandon his spirit
[02:04.48]Started swingin' on you mother****ers like Manny Ramirez
[02:06.64]The real mother****ers better recognize real, real, real
[02:11.28]{Verse 3: Jus Allah}
[02:11.68]Return your mother****ers soul before my next blunt gets rolled
[02:14.21]I eat you mother****ers whole before the blood gets cold
[02:16.42]Truth be told, you talk like a two years old
[02:19.07]Same shit you wanna hold like the purest of gold
[02:21.43]When my rhyme begins everything that’s on your mind ends
[02:24.23]Each line from divine's like vitamins
[02:26.46]Every message from Allah is like medicine
[02:29.23]Every one of them could purify the Devil’s sins
[02:31.51]****ing fool, you probably flunked pre-school
[02:34.31]We ain’t equals, I ain’t readable
[02:36.91]You’re one step above your own mother feeding you
[02:39.09]Unbelievable, dumb enough to be illegal
[02:41.47]You couldn’t get this high without a ****ing needle
[02:44.23]And a mother****in' supply to fry three people
[02:46.40]{Outro}
[02:47.80]Like M.O.P., mother****er, I'll mash you out
[02:53.66](And we the rawest ****ing click in the felt)
[02:56.61]The real mother****ers better recognize real
[02:59.22](You're ****ing with the wrong clan and the wrong man)
[03:01.78]Real mother****ers better recognize real, real, real, real
[03:06.65]Real mother****ers better recognize real, real, real, real, real

{Intro}
(*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 ****ing deal?
The Snowgoons (Snowgoons)
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin', Kamachi
Big Virt (Yeah, yeah)
If l could get my shit together
{Verse 1: Chief Kamachi}
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 ****ing click in the felt)
The real mother****ers better recognize real
The real mother****ers better recognize real, real, real, real, real
{Verse 2: Virtuoso}
Bring your whole squad we starve 'em, **** it, who wants some?
Pawn 'em like the spectre of death we reppin' Boston
Smash y’all mother****ers, you can’t touch us
The flow fill your ears 'till your skull and brain rupture
Pain slashin' 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’m aiming them
Spittin' metal that’ll penetrate your cranium
Tried saving them, but **** that, now I’m maiming 'em
Mutilation shootin' for God and making moves for Satan
Next I’m breaking makin' his body abandon his spirit
Started swingin' on you mother****ers like Manny Ramirez
The real mother****ers better recognize real, real, real
{Verse 3: Jus Allah}
Return your mother****ers soul before my next blunt gets rolled
I eat you mother****ers 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
****ing 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 ****ing needle
And a mother****in' supply to fry three people
{Outro}
Like M.O.P., mother****er, I'll mash you out
(And we the rawest ****ing click in the felt)
The real mother****ers better recognize real
(You're ****ing with the wrong clan and the wrong man)
Real mother****ers better recognize real, real, real, real
Real mother****ers better recognize real, real, real, real, real