Platoon Goons

Lyrics

[Intro]: So now you know everything about me, right? Okay, what turns me on? We do [Scratch Hook]: "It ain't a question that this shit is the bomb" - Pacewon "Nigga standin' on the verge of, you know the song" "I give a fuck if you believe it or not" - Celph Titled 'Don't You Even Go There' "Snowgoons" "Got your whole block sayin' true dat" - Lauryn Hill 'How Many Mics' [Verse One: Qualm] We South Carolina sickest No chrome beef for you silly bastards My click is as sick as starting to come up like Philly rappers You a shitty actress, portraying MCs you backwards We slay MC's out a 360 degree axis Smash this, leave 180 MCs backless Have this with a 90 degree turn away from a fat bitch Rhymes they drastic, all you bringing is whack shit Hit you with a classic as soon we hit a track hit Diseased and I lost my calm, MCs shiver I see more shit than the Congaree River Far from being whack, these new rappers they feed on Similac Baby fed biters taste my shit that done been intact I snatch that mic from ya, don't fight hunger Cause you can catch more samples and beats than 9th Wonder When I call out my syndicate of scene hitters I'm fucking up more rappers careers than squeeze triggers [Verse Two: Reef The Lost Cauze] I got an itchy finger Yeah, the trigger scratches that If it's beef best believe some nigga catchin' that They suggested that, I am the best in rap Respect this fact before your fuckin' breath gets snatched Stretch your ass like an elastic cast Quick as a fat boy crackin' crab Back on the ave We used to go bag for bag The first to know, always the last to ask Cool breeze with a toothpick I hot to spit You a common cold, not too sick I got you gripped by the collar dawg They want the real deal feel, then tell 'em all to holla "Cauze" You got dogs, woof woof, better call 'em off Mike Vick will kill your pits and Rottweiler dogs Just known by 'The Dog' call me 'The Savage Beast' Savage murder, make burgers from dead maggot meat [Verse Three: Knowledge] I spit a 16, and watch the masses plead Razor sharp dart at your heart, casualty I'm in the spot where the hammers beat No love for the other side I'm about family Syndicate the Dark Side that's my cavalry Platoon Goons, C4, Two pounds a piece .223 cocked back at war with the beast 4x4 conquer your land tricks up my sleeve Concrete jungle on the block we rumble Never talk to police never knockin' the hustle Get yours cause I'mma get mine, every time, line for line Crime on my mind You do dirt, you get dirt, eye on the prize You's a fake rapper Dana Carvey, master disguise Slash cats backwards, blacken they eye This one's for my people just trying to get by [Scratch Hook]: "It ain't a question that this shit is the bomb" "Nigga standin' on the verge of, you know the song" "I give a fuck if you believe it or not" "Snowgoons" "Got your whole block sayin' true dat"