Global Domination - Reel Wolf, Sicknature, Snowgoons

You don’t want us now we’re fucking you up I’m with the clique now

It’s T-dot running amok, hit you with sick styles

Coming for your daughters and sons with a crew of henchmen

I’m the father of your style with a gun got ammunition

I could never be stopped, you could never take my spot

But you can get shot, ask about me on the block

This the one realest Lhus never faking the funk

They be like son killed it punch it in the face of a chump

This is murder rap, the rebirth of bomb music

We connected to y’all with and

A nuisance, spark marijuana everyday

This Lord Lhus South Carolina born and raised

I’m a New York Giant, I tackle your front line

The shotgun clapping have you gagging on blood

My clique the morgue’ll have another toe to tag

Chop you up and stuff your head into the bowling bag

Show the flag with for global domination

Control the population, never fold to competition

I’m doper than a bundle if you dare to try

Better know I got the shovel and a bag of lye

My name’s Sean, a true product of the creep code

No matter what my heart will forever be cold

Jah through the jungle my people keep lurking

back to the death the fucking street urchin, we keep the heat bursting

They gonna kill us now we gonna kill them

We’re not guerrillas, we’re just real men

Real killers gripping heaters till your steel bends

Real recognise real but I don’t hear them

End of the world, end of the road, disappearing

Hanging from the end of the rope, this is where it ends

My friends were informants warrants

They caught me in a sting like a nest full of hornets

I’m not going to the bing, I’m going to war with

The Canadian government, judges and lawyers

I think God sit back watch and enjoy this

Destroy this hit the button the missile deployed with

Sicknature part of the goons platoon

If y’all interrupting we’re barging into this game with a marvellous boom

You’re better off embarking for doom

I’ll fuck your image up like it’s a true artist on shrooms

I ain’t stopping for less, thinking cause I’m sick I’ll be stuck in the bed

You dick faces are fucked in the head

Weekend releases, I’m reaping diseases, eager to eat this

snatching your chain leaving you pieceless

with prominent wishes stuck in the business

Shit is in reverse, you get your eye for the spinach

Got immaculate plans used to chill in Copenhagen

Now I crash through the gates of your cities like a battering ram

Total the damage of broken the planet awoken to panic

the chrome with the cannon

Brought the gun to show, they should’ve pat me down

Dead bodies on the floor, hope you’re happy now

Now the cops on the phone trying to talk me down

Will let the hot shit go, gonna let off a round

Vancouver to I hear you loud

Cop dope when the price is down

Look at your head it got a price on it now

I live the life that you’re writing about

See Pockets and the lights went out