Buried

Lyrics

[Chorus] Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt Put you under the dirt putting devils to work Black jeans, black boots, hat low Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt Put you under the dirt putting devils to work Black jeans, black boots, hat low Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow [Verse 1: Knowledge] Burnin' on trees, ganja plant, no stick, no seed Cheef the green leaf, mind state peace, contraband in my sneaks forever free Ride 'til the wheels fall off or I cease to breathe Waitin' patiently with a Nine placed in the waist of my jeans I conquer demons, homicide chalk up the scene One love, one life, one sun, one king One shot, one kill, one scope, one beam Warfare, another loss, another tragedy Another victim to the streets, another casualty Big shot, get your wig rocked Full block on gridlock, hit spots until we get it all Out for the raw, bitch your face on the floor For La Familia, that's what I'm doing this for Go through hell to reach the heavenly doors (Come on! Come on!) I'm in it to win it, got to get it, better get yours [Chorus] Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt Put you under the dirt putting devils to work Black jeans, black boots, hat low Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt Put you under the dirt putting devils to work Black jeans, black boots, hat low Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow [Verse 2: Qualm] Meteorite shower the block, watch for the land mine Jaws drop, feeble religions follow the Antis Plan like, burn through the leaf, giving me slant eyes Planets try duck through debris, go to my camp site Space wars, battling comets and star patterns Kneel to the pharaoh, surrounded by rings, call me Saturn Plays pitchin' the skip button, shards up on the boulevard So act hard, see to heaven to ask God Meet your maker, soul controller, supreme holder I move the paper, hit up the block like young Sosa Okee-doke, a multiple blunt smoker, the chiefer I'm on reefer, handle more wood than Bob Vila Your all-seeing scope, your dope correcting your lingo I ain't no hero rolling my dice hoping for cee-lo To feed my ego, you need at least a thousand more people Genghis Khan conquer your land wait for the sequel [Chorus] Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt Put you under the dirt putting devils to work Black jeans, black boots, hat low Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt Put you under the dirt putting devils to work Black jeans, black boots, hat low Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow