[Intro]:
SnowGoonS, ahaha, Offensive Lineup, uh
Craig G, huh, you know how we do, man, Queensbridge, uh, Germany to Queensbridge, listen, uh
[Verse 1]:
When I say my mind spray, fly rhymes lay
In my cerebellum a felon with fine wine taste
Right before the pitch, I start with a good wind-up
Craig G, SnowGoonS, Offensive Lineup
Your time's up, limited, hard rock suit (Uh)
Approach with any aggression my squad pop shoot
Move, with the swiftness like them card sharks do (Yeah)
For every verse you drop, the God drops too
It's Craig G, Queensbridge, USA
Got rhymes? Damn right I do, do press play
Put thе house up and cars up, you can put your deals up
You ain't fuckin' with the rеal shit, illegal wheeler!
And show them niggas how we rock the joint
Skips to mid stoop, ayo, you got the point?
From Karlsruhe to Kentucky
You'll be lucky if you can fuck with me, or Illegal on the beats, uh
[Chorus x2]:
Don't start, duke (huh), you know you ain't got the heart to (Yeah)
Offensive Lineup, Queensbridge to Karlsruhe (Uh)
Everybody get 'em up, everybody get 'em up, everybody get 'em up (what?), whasup?
[Verse 2]:
Lyrically untouchable (uh), that shit you gets a buncha bull (Yeah)
Craig G takin' you back to school (School)
Put you in with more force than a tractor do
The type o' nigga come on the block slap your crew
That's the truth, if you ain't around askin' you
Sit on the stoop, pour me a glass o' Absolut
I live a different life than the average rapper do
Nobody guards off-duty cops to clap at you (Bla! Bla!)
Matter of fact look, duke, I'm in back for you, BOOM!
Where you runnin' to, I'm still in the booth
You scared, right? I got that can't compare type
Of lyrical flow that you can't escape air tight
Craig G, rappin' off Illegal's beats
Ice cold tracks and flows that will freeze your heat
You're shiverin', you know, ten below Celsius
So sit your wack rappin' ass in back at the bus
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]:
Uh, one line's, enough lines to blow up ten o' yours
Shady like a bitch with menopause when I draw my mic (Yeah)
I'm takin' Hip-Hop to new height
Shit lyrics they aggravate me like Newport lights
When I strike, it's like a battalion of Green Berets (Uh)
Leavin' the scene amazed (what), fallin' between the haze
Pull out, your jugular, call up your mother to
Identify you naked, I just discovered ya
I'll smother ya like chicken at Roscoe's (uh), you got flow
That sound like they be on the shelf at Costco's
With no return policy, battle you gotta be
Out your fuckin' mind, my skills boost my economy (Uh)
The numbers I heard of
Without speakin' one word of murder
Hip Hop CPR, I be that life preserver
Takin' it further than you ever imagined
Why you clowns live the Rap game stagnant, that's it
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]:
Uh, SnowGoonS, yeah, ha, SnowGoonS, DJ Illegal! Ah, Craig G! What? Offensive Lineup, ha, ha, from Germany to your way, your way, nigga, it's real Hip Hop, huh, what?