Black Snow 2

I'm at the opera sitting up in the balcony
 Gun aimed at the valkeyrie
 Backstage I dabble in black magic & alchemy
 Briefcase of cash, passports with a fake name
 Traveling through Russia with bombs on a freight train
 Turn popes to cokeheads cause they broke bread with goat heads
 Paranoid skitzophrenics with no meds
 Weaving through the Vatican traffic on a moped
 Carrying machine guns, cops scream code red
 Command center computers scramble to find intruders
 Police scan the local rooftops for sharp shooters
 I'm cold as Siberia, flow is so superior
 The smell of cigars stain Mercedes interior
 The black snow, black hole leader like Castro
 I'm sitting in a cemetery poisoning black crows
 The mass knows nothing of my fiendish plots
 They try deciphering the rhymes that this genius drops
 I concoct concoctions to make your heartbeat stop
 We're locked in a Russian gulag sleeping on old cots
 Guards moving like robots patroling the cellblocks
 30 below zero, who the hell said Hell's hot?
 I swore to my maker I'd never spit a wack flow
 Or spend eternity in Hell shoveling black snow
 Watch out where them Snowgoons go
 We make the sky bleed black snow
 Not after your cash, we are after your soul
 We make the sky bleed black snow
 The Snowgoons are battering rams through your speaker
 Hazardous craft that'll freeze ya
 Earthquaking bangers and them smackers that slap up the sleepers
 Landscapes are collapsing when we shatter the sets
 We are like the Four Horsemen breathing down the back of your neck
 Curtains are met for competition with no further regrets
 Have you floating the ocean face down with a bird on your head
 I'm leaving rivals flabbergasted, minds can have you backless
 That's why I'll design my raps to chop heads off like flying battle-axes
 Green Mile on beat, killing it, you as relevant as garbage
 Stomp through your empire like the elephants of Carthage
 Colder than the poles when the notions are woven
 Stay in control and always keep one eye open like Odin
 When the market is too numb we march to the goon drum
 'Till it's a wrap, leaving you wrapped in a carpet of goosebumps
 The storm comes, there'll be no time for a last phone call
 When the dark skies open to let the black snow fall
 I got a sinister plot to administer shots
 Samurais that let hammers fly, ninjas with Glocks
 Bust through brick walls, walk through glass
 Terminator Titled, let 'em live, why would I do that?
 Dumping everything I got at ya
 Don't you think it's odd that I run this shit from Antarctica to Ottawa?
 Stuff you in a garbage truck, cause you been trash
 Wear your hat straight, but I'll put snaps where your brim at
 Make you rock a special needs helmet cause you been wack
 Uppercut punch, left you bent back
 Halfway up your nose was the chin strap
 The doctor handed me some notes and this graph
 That said this boy need a skin graft
 I don't talk to cops so save that report
 My interrogation video's a Charlie Chaplin short
 So when you hear the gat blow we comin' through the backdoor
 I let the brrrat go repping for Black Snow