[Verse 1: Apathy] I'm at the opera sitting up in the balcony Gun aimed at the valkeyrie Backstage I dabble in black magic & alchemy Briefcase of cash, pa**ports with a fake name Traveling through Russia with bombs on a freight train Turn popes to cokeheads cause they broke bread with goat heads Paranoid skitzophrenics with no meds Weaving through the Vatican traffic on a moped Carrying machine guns, cops scream code red Command center computers scramble to find intruders Police scan the local rooftops for sharp shooters I'm cold as Siberia, flow is so superior The smell of cigars stain Mercedes interior The black snow, black hole leader like Castro I'm sitting in a cemetery poisoning black crows The ma** knows nothing of my fiendish plots They try deciphering the rhymes that this genius drops I concoct concoctions to make your heartbeat stop We're locked in a Russian gulag sleeping on old cots Guards moving like robots patroling the cellblocks 30 below zero, who the hell said Hell's hot? I swore to my maker I'd never spit a wack flow Or spend eternity in Hell shoveling black snow [Hook: Ill Bill] Watch out where them Snowgoons go We make the sky bleed black snow Not after your cash, we are after your soul We make the sky bleed black snow [Verse 2: Sicknature] The Snowgoons are battering rams through your speaker Hazardous craft that´ll freeze ya Earthquaking bangers and them smackers that slap up the sleepers Landscapes are collapsing when we shatter the sets We are like the Four Horsemen breathing down the back of your neck Curtains are met for competition with no further regrets Have you floating the ocean face down with a bird on your head I'm leaving rivals flabbergasted, minds can have you backless That´s why I´ll design my raps to chop heads off like flying battle-axes Green Mile on beat, k**ing it, you as relevant as garbage Stomp through your empire like the elephants of Carthage Colder than the poles when the notions are woven Stay in control and always keep one eye open like Odin When the market is too numb we march to the goon drum 'Till it´s a wrap, leaving you wrapped in a carpet of goosebumps The storm comes, there´ll be no time for a last phone call When the dark skies open to let the black snow fall [Hook] [Verse 3: Celph Titled] I got a sinister plot to administer shots Samurais that let hammers fly, ninjas with Glocks Bust through brick walls, walk through gla** Terminator Titled, let 'em live, why would I do that? Dumping everything I got at ya Don't you think it's odd that I run this sh** from Antarctica to Ottawa? Stuff you in a garbage truck,cause you been trash Wear your hat straight, but I'll put snaps where your brim at Make you rock a special needs helmet cause you been wack Uppercut punch, left you bent back Halfway up your nose was the chin strap The doctor handed me some notes and this graph That said this boy need a skin graft I don't talk to cops so save that report My interrogation video's a Charlie Chaplin short So when you hear the gat blow we comin' through the backdoor I let the brrrat go repping for Black Snow [Hook]