Besedila: Snowgoons. Make Way.

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Make way for the number one independent
Buck said duck, hold it down and I meant it
Two thousand and now, the year I invented
How to get a label, the majors you all ended
Pretended you had them pre-sales locked
W-w-w-dot plotting, that stopped
Flop out the flock, had to cause a shock
[? ] unorthodox
Ain't nobody at the top like nah you can't rock and roll
That's where it gets out of control
Oh, everybody got a sight, everybody gotta fight
[? ] but not a soul, not at all
You don't gotta ask me no more now
Next time we meet just say, "Buck, hello."
You know? Cause it's too much info available
Nowadays you got a tape from [? ]
Wait, they don't even do that now
Go to my site and upload your mp3 file
A'ight? Next time you want to learn more
Why I'm so independent, first of all brother I earn more

[Chorus:]
I suggest our respect, you give us or give up
Like I suggest
Okay, so next time you wanna learn about this rap game ask me

I suggest our respect, you give us or give up
Like I suggest
Okay, so next time you wanna learn about this rap game ask me

Can I put you on? Son, you put em on
Can I put you on? Son, you put em on
Can I put em on? Son, you put em on
Cause them other dudes talking that shit that's wrong

[Verse 2: Reef The Lost Cauze]
It's the killer sling crack shows smoking the Castro
Frosty the Flowman made from black snow
With no carrot nose, blood from a [? ] froze
Reef The Lost Cauze is the name, who cares to know?
[? ] see ever my [? ]
Make crime rates migrate to different climates
Inhabit your habitat, I am a battle axe
Dipped in [? ] to the scene till your cabbage cracked
Make you do the running man, yeah the cabbage patch
Where that cabbage at? Never [? ] sacks
Give me bubble kush, motherfucker look
It's Buckshot and Kamach, motherfucker hook
I ain't the one for the dumb shit, no fucking crook
Put down the gun son, read a fucking book
I recommend you start simple like Dr. Seuss
You say you better than Cauze it's just not the truth

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chief Kamachi]
Yo international, hip hop is my interpreter
Galaxies beyond my sound blast from a [? ]
I'm the dot in the center of a symbol that's circular
Too deep religion of the streets still converting you
Slaves y'all worship the cell
Too much for family to visit plus they're restricting our mail
Besides our own freedom they take our children's as well
Medicine and mind games, ain't no healing in Hell
Temporary thing, our people still will prevail
Look at our history, please acknowledge the [? ]
Last time you seen a book you was booked up in jail
Don't read too much, life is a story to tell
[? ] music how I [? ] dollars [? ]
Mystery schools laugh at diplomas from Yale
Back on the Ivory Coast where our great merchants will sell
[? ] corner stores the [? ] where we purchase our els

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