Lord Lhus - Message To The Underground (Snowgoons Diss) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord Lhus] Let me tell you how it all started I'm taking you back/ When me and savage brothers was banging immaculate tracks/ Without any back or promotion, had the hoegoons scoping/ They found the hungry most rugged emcee across the ocean/ We was emcees for the rush of it, wild enlightened rebels/ Banging out cla**ics like "On the Run", "Been Fighting Devilz"/ Before we even f**ed with you f*ggots, yeah I said it/ Eternel made those beats why snowgoons take the credit?/ Y'all some snakes but I ain't even see it till I got jumped/ Set up by that p**y Vinnie Paz and y'all the first ones/ To hop on dick, then you publicly dissing me?/ On ya blog? you a f*gGot forever a b**h to me/ Now you wanna dis-credit my music homey I'mma lose it/ When I see you Manuu, I'm beating you down for my amusement/ You can have my publishing, you can keep my rights/ But when I see you we gone fight I dont bow down to snake bites/ Its fake mics, fake turntables and fake beats/ Fake goons, fake image, fake guys on fake streets/ Illgals a f**ing fake! 2 of my albums got raped/ And now you wanna black ball me taking food off my plate/ Alright thats cool, but best believe that karmas a b**h/ I would have took a bullet for you but you got scared and switch/ Because you riding dick and put it in ya mouth for a deal/ All I did was represent you staying loyal and real/ And you a german nazi so I'mma tell you in ya own tongue/ Fick dich du schwul arschloch,! now you need a gun/ When you see me run cause best believe I'm coming at you/ Strip ya arm of that tattoo, its personal f** a battle/ You can keep the money f*ggot! ....now go ask ya record label if you can diss me back p**y... [Verse 2: Unknown Mizery of Babylon Warchild) Whose those goons, my platoon boom like protools/ Blast you off the map of this rap leavin no clues/ Banning videos from youtube what part of the game is that/ You chemtrail, we harvest rap/ Defenders Empty handed warriors handing your wrath/ Keep your mask on on, grab the devil by the horns/ Reel wolves, reel bull get cracked like six pack/ Karma, Think back forcing me to ties with lhus? we laughed/ Offering Gold and free features from s*uts/ BRO, WHAT DID HE DO FOR YOU?? I seen him sitting in the driver seat, for my soul, offering some bribery/ What did he to do to me? Thats the question I ask to his hypocrisy/ You stand for nothing and you fall for monopoly/ Yall some masons, cooking in the underground kitchen/ I remember sitting in your car, whiles you's texting necro He offered dream to have his neck broke/ I said no. how does it go/ He turned to me in the back seat his eyes were like Satan/ He told me to make a deal with the devil the sh** was blatant/ Im banging on his head, break hands, we never shake em/ We had nothing to do with this at all/ But you wanted us all to be involved/ We tried to get it resolved..punk/ But you served me with a s**er punch/ Body trunked, wheres the rake? we the karma farmers/ The fans, they will understand you fake, the war is on now/ Reload your arms, raise your arms! black balled and still banging/ Decided f** face book its time to hang em/ Our army is worldwide, we gotta hang um! [Verse 3: Lord Lhus] f** snowgoons, Hoegoons got no goons/ And so soon I bring the art of war like I'm sun tzu/ Run through, open palm I'm slapping Manuu/ He should of knew, turning on me then he switching his crew/ Disloyal snake, I let you sleep in my momma house/ And now you bouncing out not saying sh** up out of ya mouth/ Because you know you wrong, you know you snake for that/ You can't delete my voice and cover up stabbing my back/ I'm still bleeding p**y but vengeance keeps me alive/ When we collide, before I hit you look me straight in the eyes/ So you can see what real is, f** that! I let you feel it/ This the realest, you better watch ya wig before I peel it/ And yo Sicknature is just as much of a b**h/ Up in his cla**room teaching I slap you in front of the kids/ Thats what it is, y'all some dick riders in the Hip-Hop biz./ The difference is hip hop is something I live/ f** the money you can have it black ball me and all/ I got a army of real goons waiting for you too fall/ f** being nice, sun you paying the price/ For your decisions in life this track is ya grave site! WHO SOLD OUT?!?!?