[Intro: William Cooper]
I guess we gon' have to thug it out, I guess we gon' thug it out!
Reel Wolf, ayo, let the Wolves loose, yo!
Welcome to the Underworld, let the Wolves loose, hey yo!
Let the Wolves loose, hahaha
[Verse 1: William Cooper]
The law of attraction connect my hands to the pump action
Pill metaphors and all those gangsters in traction
Who been a big bad Reel Wolf assassin?
Creep through the underworld with twin gold plated Magnums
New Jerusalem bricks, red painted hieroglyphs
Pineapple kush lit, 40 ounce Olde English
Movin' beyond knowledge in pursuit of wisdom
My mind sound like a prism hidin' symbols in the rhythm (huh)
[Verse 2: Adlib]
I'm in the underworld in another world
My bitch in a tub with another girl
Spit on my brick, sniff some yayo
Got a full clip, Gang Starr in the radio
I'm a Reel Wolf (yeah), get your meal took (uh)
Polarity a wolf, get your limb juxxed
I came from the streets, they said you'd never leave but
I'm 30,000 feet up with my feet up
[Chorus: Jah Youth]
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[Verse 3: King Magnetic]
King Magnetic!
I'm guzzling Captain Morgan, it's literally redrum
The only MC to outrap me is a dead one (haha)
When I'm found and killed, I still outskill a vet
Real as it gets, stab fans if they ain't feel me yet (uh)
Every vision, need a judge's decision
Same time I visit, this shit need a prison
Envision the river so close, ripping muscle, skin, and bone
Make your block hot like you're hustling in your home
[Verse 4: Klee Magor]
Yeah, do it hardbody John Gotti, buck 'em with a long shotty
Hotter than wasabi, running bitches out of hotel lobbies
Gettin' money with the Cokeboy Posse
Shut up fuckboy posses, I get fuckboy drunks clean
Keep my flow, tires keep pumping diesel power
My dogs is bitches want to leech 'em all and be devoured
Chief for hours with the reefer flower
Blaze a pound of that sour that got me higher than a scenic tower
[Chorus: Jah Youth]
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[Verse 5: Odoub]
Comin' straight out of New Yitty, it's official
I'm a problem we pop quizzin' dudes when the crew with me
In silence I move swiftly, I'm spitting the opps
You bought collabs of blue fifty like you Vivica Fox
You ain't a gangsta 'cause you burn dro
I am God to these rappers, go Morgan Freeman, you journeying through the wormhole
Love or hate me, ain't respecting the hustle
I got drive, five hundred horses of American muscle
[Verse 6: Sicknature]
Yo, you're now fumbling killer tunes, wrong 'em so their bones
Solid images shown turn this shit up after your ceiling gone
And your room's roofless, wake up anyone who's lucid
This is Goon Musick, a Goonsclusive
We teaming with Reel Wolf and we too voodoo, we smashing forces of challengers
Surprisingly deadly like Chinese cough syrup in Panama
The rap rules and the ranks and cats are loose and their aim
Will leave you with a new SnowGoonS tattoo on the brain