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[feat. Sadat X, Fel Sweetenberg & Punchline] [Verse 1:] I spit fire when I jump in the booth Straight arsonist, I'm highly marketed to the underground, it's targeted Rhymes get better with time, I put my heart in it Don't swine when I dine but this microphone I'm hogging it Twenty-two days on the road, lifestyle out of control Like a baker I'm getting this dough Another country, another ho, more drama In the hotel killing that bush like Osama Punch and the Snowgoons, we keep the crowd moving The hottest, we not losing, we don't give a bumsen Choosing to be the Scheiße, we all riding Your rap career the reason the rap game's dying Don't knock brothers, we hustle with block huggers My niggas coming for that head like a cocksucker All wack ass rappers we straight riding Go against the Road Warriors and you're dying [Chorus:] Burn the rubber, let no man put us under Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smoulder you We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors Letras de cancionesWe burn the rubber, let no man put us under Through the lightning and the thunder, the next world wonder We hotter than the summer and bold enough to smoulder you We the Road Warriors, the Road Warriors [Verse 2:] Yo Sadat X, me and [?] connect The Goons and [?] balloons [?] come at your neck most direct A major problem that your department cannot correct You're sick as heck, the black David Berkowitz I roam the set, comb the stretch for known threats Uphold the rep, the chosen vets compose a sketch for swollen cheques yes [?] sit inside a folder on my desk So you best, the pony express [?] It's wordless so each word is curved liked an S Get strangled till your last word float off your last breath You're lower than earthworms come out of dead flesh At the venue extra fresh on the [?] signing breasts Every ghetto, every city, every borough, every hood It's all just unwritten, everybody understood And think you're sweet if you can like Little Engine That Could Hit the road and flood the engine Warriors hey yo what's good [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Splash fest, splash on her chest, stain up her yes The cowboy range is the world Get drunk, see [?] Mom you not safe, [?] said I just [?] One to the nozzle, cash rule everything around me Dude wanna pound me [?] I drink off the vine man, might stay in the Rhineland With Ana and Gretta, she touched me, I let her Many moves, Snowgoons, snobodies, you're all funny moneys To bills with George face, see the Benz [?] same in the sky The apple of my mama eye, I get high [?] Of course Atlanta gonna burn, I holla and she don't say a word Play the odds, how the fuck you gonna play the gods? Understand the cowboy rides alone You get hit with the stone, fuck that you gonna bury your own [Chorus] From Letras Mania