Snowgoons Lyrics - No Guts No Glory lyrics

No Guts No Glory lyrics (Lyrics)

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[O.C.:]
Snowgoons... one two
Heheahahaha, uhh
Yeah? Yeah...

Yo, feast your eyes, two double oh-five
While two double oh-six is here
My energy be for all to accept and hear
Im not ashamed for the ten years plus in that game, wont refrain
O.C., speak my mind cause I aint no lame
Never defendin, creates my own lane
Long live the saga, with a clear slate clear head these days
Works for hire, possible if Im prepaid
Welcome me back, give a toast to my libido flow
Similar to sex spurnt from my urethra
Friction, give off heat like a fever
Good lucks for those who wish, I dont need it
Much to my amazement, or should I say that Im not surprised
I still reside in the basement
Wits and charm is what bless this tongue
Along with the mindstate for me to write these songs
Uhh

[Chorus: O.C. + Wordsworth]
No pain, no gain, no guts, no glory
This aint another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the wil l to survive
In my shoes, you wouldnt make it out alive, no
These young rappers in the game aint got nuttin for me
This aint another war story, this is trill
My heart, my brain got the will to survive
In my shoes, you wouldnt make it out alive, no

[Reef the Lost Cauze:]
Dead in the middle of Germany, puffin herbally
Observe me as I absurdably murder beats verbally to the third degree
I aint no nerd or freak, Im the word, the streak
that works Shareef, peace, nice to meet
I need a, mic to eat, a track to bash
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Your shit is whack, its trash, I just have to ask
You just playin right? You cant be tryin
Ill blow you the fuck away like a dandelion
Be a man cmon now, you cant be cryin
My next album six figures or I shant be signin
Im so independent Ill GO independent
Get dough independent, I SMOKE independents~!
The most mentally ill, so gifted and real, the spit that can kill
Pick up the mic its like I lift up the steel
Aim it at your temple, now how that feel?
It hurts like a motherfucker dont it? Now bow down and kneel

[Chorus]

[Rasco:]
Look, yo
Man Im back for it, its the black poet
Sit down spit rhymes just to get the stacks flowin
You cats aint knowin, man Im back for revenge
The real shit, never had to pretend
Shatter your shins, nigga go and gather your ends
Call your friends, forgivin you for all your sins
It all begins, right here, makin it quite clear
Its twenty-oh-six, make sure its the right year
To your right ear, or your left lobe
Still swingin hard, then watch a niggas chest fold
Get this dress code, I spit the best flows
No cat better than Ras to stack cheddar
You all falsetto with no bass and no taste
Bring it to you live at sunrise at yo place
I give em no space, we on a dough chase
Niggaz cant get it cause they movin at a slow pace

[Chorus]

[Outro: ]
Yeah, Dick Swan in the building
Snowgoons, live