[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, passports 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 mass 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

Hazardus craft that´ll freeze ya

Earthquaking bangers, and smackers that slap all who´s sleeping

Landscapes are shaking cause we´re lacing em hard

We are like a 4 horsemen awakening when displaying the art

This what you need like Main Source ya´ll, my brain bombs

Will give a beat a new zip code next to a Graveyard corpse

Even placed on the sun I´d stay all raw

When Sick grabs a pencil

You´ll drowning ienthleat msnthea,I spllng it, you as relevant as garbage

We stomp through your empire like the elephants of Carthage

Colder than the poles when the notions are woven

Stay in control and keep one eye open like Odin

When the market is too numb, march to the goon drum

Till it´s a wrap, leaving you wrapped in a carpet of goosebumps

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 glass

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 shit 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]