Foreign Banguage (feat. Side Effect)

Foreign Banguage (feat. Side Effect) - Snowgoons Lyrics

[Hook:] x2

This is underground music made from the streets

It's worldwide we communicate over beats

You can't understand us, it's like another language

We speak it fluently, see this is Foreign Banguage



[Verse 1:]

I be the untamed animal with no owners manual

Contents under pressure, flow extremely flammable

The most slept on but on the low though

A legend like Lochness, Big Foot, Ogo-Pogo

Yes Side Effect the rap dude

Stress The White Boy with all the tattoos

Philly shit like the ‘86 crack crews

JBM, OK Corral rap over foul tracks

No show tunes, Side Effect, Snowgoons

I don't write rhymes I write flow charts

Silent but deadly that pierce your neck like a blow dart

You on The Source, I'm in camo on the front of Guns & Ammo

Cause what I spit'll take down any breathing mammal

Feel my hunger you can touch my stomach

Whoever want it they can get just like Sparta 300

I ain't even blunted, I don't get high, I'm so sober

But imagine if I did smoke ya life would be over



[Hook:] x2

This is underground music made from the streets

It's worldwide we communicate over beats

You can't understand us, it's like another language

We speak it fluently, see this is Foreign Banguage



Verse 2:

Here's another masterful worthy of five mics considered classical

Beats that snap ya clavicle, Rhymes extremely graphical

What I write is timeless you can feel free to quote it

Cause it means more today than back when I first wrote it

Like ten years ago and I'm still rockin tougher

Plus you buy this for ya kids it makes a great stocking stuffer

Knowledge me, do your Hip Hop genealogy

Honorably, I hold mad degrees in Bangology

I'm like a young Cass Clay so you know my title

You're useless as a ashtray on a motorcycle

Blowing in the wind my razor tongue will exfoliate your skin

Like a mud mask, but this a blood bath

I'm a mongrel, a brute inside the booth

A uppity negro that's so crass and uncouth

So gimme a pound now and try dissin me later

But why try, trying is just the first step towards failure



[Hook:] x2

This is underground music made from the streets

It's worldwide we communicate over beats

You can't understand us, it's like another language

We speak it fluently, see this is Foreign Banguage



Verse 3:

See I'm a Hip Hop elitist with a view so myopic

Like everything's the weakest, I'm the only hot shit

Conceited on some Rick Rude shit boy please

I'm the man I'm in demand like bilingual employees

Overseas I look forward to rockin, check one-two

My wifey half German so I'm good when I come through

Dog I will son you to the point you wanna retaliate

And getcha Glock and do me like Pac up in Power Play

I can't go for that Hall & Oats rap

One on one you don't wanna play that game tonight, know that

Beef never well-done, I remain raw

When it comes to my rebuttal I'm as subtle as a chainsaw

I spit shit to make cats beg my pardon

And automatically catapult myself to superstardom

That's why y'all can't handle this, free thinking anarchist

I'm done, have your people call my people with the damages



[Hook:] x2

This is underground music made from the streets

It's worldwide we communicate over beats

You can't understand us, it's like another language

We speak it fluently, see this is Foreign Banguage