The Curse Lyrics
| Song | The Curse |
| Artist | Snowgoons |
| Album | The Snowgoons Instrumentals |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Manuu Rückert/Detleff Keller |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Manuu Rückert/Detleff Keller |
| [00:37.59] | They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste |
| [00:40.23] | So my every rhyme is designed from a spiritual place |
| [00:42.81] | Get the time, I'm some kind of a lyrical great |
| [00:45.75] | I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes |
| [00:48.43] | Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate |
| [00:51.06] | I make a classic, it's a habit how I bury these stakes |
| [00:53.78] | You can't compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl |
| [00:56.65] | On the mic I'm something that you never saw, this is raw |
| [00:59.22] | Y'all can't be serious, it's hilarious |
| [01:02.03] | I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period |
| [01:04.91] | Period, I ain't gotta write no more |
| [01:07.32] | But since the beat kinda nice I'm a write some more |
| [01:10.15] | Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques? |
| [01:13.01] | So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest? |
| [01:15.52] | You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men |
| [01:18.25] | If Obama don't get the spot, it's probably not for him |
| [01:21.20] | Enough black men do good to only get shot |
| [01:23.67] | That's why I'm good in the hood, I don't need to get the props |
| [01:26.35] | I only need to get these thoughts off my brain |
| [01:28.71] | Chopped let Juju Mob in the game |
| [01:43.17] | Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead |
| [01:46.33] | Like the mother****ers been reading the Necronomicon |
| [01:48.35] | When the sick person is talking, I murder the market |
| [01:51.07] | I'm a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets |
| [01:53.82] | If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers |
| [01:56.20] | I'm sick, I kick in a ****ing door in and slap em out of pajamses |
| [01:59.44] | Y'all fakers believe that I've been racing with cheetahs |
| [02:01.99] | My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas |
| [02:04.82] | If I'm unlucky to **** |
| [02:05.98] | I'm sick mother****er, plague wouldn't touch me with rubber gloves |
| [02:10.06] | Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap shit'll never leave me |
| [02:12.68] | I'll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC/DC |
| [02:15.75] | **** you if you think this shit is improper |
| [02:18.07] | While I'm lying rappers be pushing their keys thinking they're hustlers |
| [02:20.67] | I'll show and prove, never do it for paper |
| [02:22.64] | maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, mother****er |
| [02:37.08] | The mob remains, we was just in the shadows |
| [02:39.76] | King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs |
| [02:42.56] | Cousins of killers, fathers of felons |
| [02:44.42] | Don't like no shit around us, we'll abolish your section |
| [02:47.77] | Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp |
| [02:50.65] | Real talk, yeah since the status was cult |
| [02:53.19] | Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain't half of my vault |
| [02:55.93] | Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt |
| [02:58.62] | Me and Mach made of fire, ain't no patching the torch |
| [03:01.31] | Pass out passing the pork, I'll splatter your thoughts |
| [03:03.94] | West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught |
| [03:06.57] | Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch |
| [03:09.41] | Watching the news with his back to the room |
| [03:12.11] | I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb |
| [03:14.73] | Now they selling the same shit, pop's style on the same strip |
| [03:17.76] | Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick |
| [03:20.49] | Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead |
| [03:23.38] | Without a microphone I make you ****ing bang your head |
| [03:26.11] | My anger's fed when I get some heat from wax |
| [03:28.47] | Gatt**urg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first |
| [03:31.34] | Used to be a fat jerk, now I'm a skinny one |
| [03:33.98] | One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone |
| [03:36.60] | You **** with Juju Mob, that's asinine |
| [03:39.27] | Won't have to rhyme, bitch we'll settle this by blasting nines |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Manuu R ckert Detleff Keller |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Manuu R ckert Detleff Keller |
| [00:37.59] | They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste |
| [00:40.23] | So my every rhyme is designed from a spiritual place |
| [00:42.81] | Get the time, I' m some kind of a lyrical great |
| [00:45.75] | I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes |
| [00:48.43] | Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate |
| [00:51.06] | I make a classic, it' s a habit how I bury these stakes |
| [00:53.78] | You can' t compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl |
| [00:56.65] | On the mic I' m something that you never saw, this is raw |
| [00:59.22] | Y' all can' t be serious, it' s hilarious |
| [01:02.03] | I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period |
| [01:04.91] | Period, I ain' t gotta write no more |
| [01:07.32] | But since the beat kinda nice I' m a write some more |
| [01:10.15] | Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques? |
| [01:13.01] | So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest? |
| [01:15.52] | You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men |
| [01:18.25] | If Obama don' t get the spot, it' s probably not for him |
| [01:21.20] | Enough black men do good to only get shot |
| [01:23.67] | That' s why I' m good in the hood, I don' t need to get the props |
| [01:26.35] | I only need to get these thoughts off my brain |
| [01:28.71] | Chopped let Juju Mob in the game |
| [01:43.17] | Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead |
| [01:46.33] | Like the mother ers been reading the Necronomicon |
| [01:48.35] | When the sick person is talking, I murder the market |
| [01:51.07] | I' m a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets |
| [01:53.82] | If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers |
| [01:56.20] | I' m sick, I kick in a ing door in and slap em out of pajamses |
| [01:59.44] | Y' all fakers believe that I' ve been racing with cheetahs |
| [02:01.99] | My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas |
| [02:04.82] | If I' m unlucky to |
| [02:05.98] | I' m sick mother er, plague wouldn' t touch me with rubber gloves |
| [02:10.06] | Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap shit' ll never leave me |
| [02:12.68] | I' ll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC DC |
| [02:15.75] | you if you think this shit is improper |
| [02:18.07] | While I' m lying rappers be pushing their keys thinking they' re hustlers |
| [02:20.67] | I' ll show and prove, never do it for paper |
| [02:22.64] | maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, mother er |
| [02:37.08] | The mob remains, we was just in the shadows |
| [02:39.76] | King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs |
| [02:42.56] | Cousins of killers, fathers of felons |
| [02:44.42] | Don' t like no shit around us, we' ll abolish your section |
| [02:47.77] | Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp |
| [02:50.65] | Real talk, yeah since the status was cult |
| [02:53.19] | Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain' t half of my vault |
| [02:55.93] | Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt |
| [02:58.62] | Me and Mach made of fire, ain' t no patching the torch |
| [03:01.31] | Pass out passing the pork, I' ll splatter your thoughts |
| [03:03.94] | West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught |
| [03:06.57] | Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch |
| [03:09.41] | Watching the news with his back to the room |
| [03:12.11] | I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb |
| [03:14.73] | Now they selling the same shit, pop' s style on the same strip |
| [03:17.76] | Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick |
| [03:20.49] | Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead |
| [03:23.38] | Without a microphone I make you ing bang your head |
| [03:26.11] | My anger' s fed when I get some heat from wax |
| [03:28.47] | Gatt urg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first |
| [03:31.34] | Used to be a fat jerk, now I' m a skinny one |
| [03:33.98] | One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone |
| [03:36.60] | You with Juju Mob, that' s asinine |
| [03:39.27] | Won' t have to rhyme, bitch we' ll settle this by blasting nines |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Manuu R ckert Detleff Keller |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Manuu R ckert Detleff Keller |
| [00:37.59] | They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste |
| [00:40.23] | So my every rhyme is designed from a spiritual place |
| [00:42.81] | Get the time, I' m some kind of a lyrical great |
| [00:45.75] | I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes |
| [00:48.43] | Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate |
| [00:51.06] | I make a classic, it' s a habit how I bury these stakes |
| [00:53.78] | You can' t compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl |
| [00:56.65] | On the mic I' m something that you never saw, this is raw |
| [00:59.22] | Y' all can' t be serious, it' s hilarious |
| [01:02.03] | I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period |
| [01:04.91] | Period, I ain' t gotta write no more |
| [01:07.32] | But since the beat kinda nice I' m a write some more |
| [01:10.15] | Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques? |
| [01:13.01] | So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest? |
| [01:15.52] | You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men |
| [01:18.25] | If Obama don' t get the spot, it' s probably not for him |
| [01:21.20] | Enough black men do good to only get shot |
| [01:23.67] | That' s why I' m good in the hood, I don' t need to get the props |
| [01:26.35] | I only need to get these thoughts off my brain |
| [01:28.71] | Chopped let Juju Mob in the game |
| [01:43.17] | Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead |
| [01:46.33] | Like the mother ers been reading the Necronomicon |
| [01:48.35] | When the sick person is talking, I murder the market |
| [01:51.07] | I' m a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets |
| [01:53.82] | If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers |
| [01:56.20] | I' m sick, I kick in a ing door in and slap em out of pajamses |
| [01:59.44] | Y' all fakers believe that I' ve been racing with cheetahs |
| [02:01.99] | My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas |
| [02:04.82] | If I' m unlucky to |
| [02:05.98] | I' m sick mother er, plague wouldn' t touch me with rubber gloves |
| [02:10.06] | Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap shit' ll never leave me |
| [02:12.68] | I' ll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC DC |
| [02:15.75] | you if you think this shit is improper |
| [02:18.07] | While I' m lying rappers be pushing their keys thinking they' re hustlers |
| [02:20.67] | I' ll show and prove, never do it for paper |
| [02:22.64] | maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, mother er |
| [02:37.08] | The mob remains, we was just in the shadows |
| [02:39.76] | King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs |
| [02:42.56] | Cousins of killers, fathers of felons |
| [02:44.42] | Don' t like no shit around us, we' ll abolish your section |
| [02:47.77] | Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp |
| [02:50.65] | Real talk, yeah since the status was cult |
| [02:53.19] | Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain' t half of my vault |
| [02:55.93] | Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt |
| [02:58.62] | Me and Mach made of fire, ain' t no patching the torch |
| [03:01.31] | Pass out passing the pork, I' ll splatter your thoughts |
| [03:03.94] | West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught |
| [03:06.57] | Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch |
| [03:09.41] | Watching the news with his back to the room |
| [03:12.11] | I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb |
| [03:14.73] | Now they selling the same shit, pop' s style on the same strip |
| [03:17.76] | Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick |
| [03:20.49] | Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead |
| [03:23.38] | Without a microphone I make you ing bang your head |
| [03:26.11] | My anger' s fed when I get some heat from wax |
| [03:28.47] | Gatt urg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first |
| [03:31.34] | Used to be a fat jerk, now I' m a skinny one |
| [03:33.98] | One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone |
| [03:36.60] | You with Juju Mob, that' s asinine |
| [03:39.27] | Won' t have to rhyme, bitch we' ll settle this by blasting nines |
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