Buried

[Chorus]
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow

[Verse 1: Knowledge]
Burnin' on trees, ganja plant, no stick, no seed
Cheef the green leaf, mind state peace, contraband in my sneaks forever free
Ride 'til the wheels fall off or I cease to breathe
Waitin' patiently with a Nine placed in the waist of my jeans
I conquer demons, homicide chalk up the scene
One love, one life, one sun, one king
One shot, one kill, one scope, one beam
Warfare, another loss, another tragedy
Another victim to the streets, another casualty
Big shot, get your wig rocked
Full block on gridlock, hit spots until we get it all
Out for the raw, bitch your face on the floor
For La Familia, that's what I'm doing this for
Go through hell to reach the heavenly doors (Come on! Come on!)
I'm in it to win it, got to get it, better get yours

[Chorus]
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow

[Verse 2: Qualm]
Meteorite shower the block, watch for the land mine
Jaws drop, feeble religions follow the Antis
Plan like, burn through the leaf, giving me slant eyes
Planets try duck through debris, go to my camp site
Space wars, battling comets and star patterns
Kneel to the pharaoh, surrounded by rings, call me Saturn
Plays pitchin' the skip button, shards up on the boulevard
So act hard, see to heaven to ask God
Meet your maker, soul controller, supreme holder
I move the paper, hit up the block like young Sosa
Okee-doke, a multiple blunt smoker, the chiefer
I'm on reefer, handle more wood than Bob Vila
Your all-seeing scope, your dope correcting your lingo
I ain't no hero rolling my dice hoping for cee-lo
To feed my ego, you need at least a thousand more people
Genghis Khan conquer your land wait for the sequel

[Chorus]
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow
Black hoodies, black gloves, black shirt
Put you under the dirt putting devils to work
Black jeans, black boots, hat low
Fuck with the Savage Bros, get buried in black snow