Snowgoons

Make Way

[** feat. Buckshot, Chief Kamachi, Reef the Lost Cauze：

[Intro：~Buckshot~

Snowgoons, wax work, word up*

My dude Illegal, yeah, dead

Light, yeah, it's gon' down

Reef the Lost Cauze

Chief Kamachi

Uh-huh, yo

Look, make way for the number one independent

Buck said Duck hold it down and I meant it

2009 the year that I invented

I'd done gotten a label then maybe yo all end it

Pretend it, you had them street sales locked

Sending www dot dropping and that stopped

Flop out the flock, had the forces shot

No props, see the net is unorthodox

Ain't nobody at the top like nah you can't rock or roll

That's where it gets outta control

Oh, everybody gotta site

Everybody gotta fight for a product

But now that's old, not if it's told

You ain't gotta ask me no more

Next time we meet, just say, 'Buck, hello?'

Yo know, cuz there's too much info available

Nowadays you gotta taper, mail it to

Wait; there don't even do that now

Go to my site and upload ya MP3 file, iiight?

Next time you wanna learn more why I'm so independent?

First of all, brother I earn more!

I suggest, I respect, you give us, and give up

Like how I suggest, okay, okay

So next time you wanna learn about this rap game

Ask me, hey!

Can I put you on? Son you put 'em on

Can I put you on? Son you put 'em on

Can I put 'em on? Son you put 'em on

Cuz them other dudes is talking that shit that's gon'

It's the killer slang crack shows, smoking a cashtro

Frosty the Flow Man, made from Black Snow

With no carrot, nose blood from a terror froze

Reef the Lost cauze is the name, who cares to know?

Padre, flow is Sierra Madre

Make crime mates migrate to different climates

Inhabit ya habitat, I am a battle axe

Dibbed in green bean, feel the seeds of your cabbage crack

Make you do the 'Running Man', yeah the Cabbage Patch

Where that cabbage at? Never babbitt sacks

Gimme bubba kush, mothaf**ka look

It's Buckshot, kamach, mothaf**ka hook

I ain't the one for the dumb shit, no f**king crook

Put down the gun, son, read a f**king book

I recommend you start simple like Dr. Seuss

You say you better than Cauze is just not the truth

Yo, international, Hip-Hop is my interpreter

Galaxies beyond my sound blast from a Merkaba

I'm the dot in the center of a symbol that's circular

Too deep religion of the streets still converting ya

Slaves y'all worship the cell

Too much for family to visit plus they restricting our mail

Besides our own freedom, they take our children as well

Medicine and mind games ain't no healing in hell

Temporary thing, our people will still prevail

Look at our history, please acknowledge the crook and flail

Last time you've seen a book, you was booked up in jail

Don't read too much, life is story to tell

Remind you thru musical how our great dynasty fell

Mystery schools, laugh at the Romans from Yale

Back on the Ivory Coast where our great merchants will sell

Now the corner stores, the temple where we purchase our L's