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Letras

Arch Angels (Ras Kass)




featuring Xzibit

Xzibit Intro:
Yo it's the almight Xzibit. In the Law House huh.
With Laylaw huh and D Mac huh (Ras Kass).
ntroducing huh. The nigga Ras Kass ha.
We all know and love him ha.
Yo let's bring it through youknowhatI'msayin'
bring that shit through nigga. What's up yo yo.

Ras Kass:
Well it's the R double AK triple S the letters of my name
For you and your bitch to unscramble on Soul Train
This Arch Angel got niggas hooked like crack babies
I think of bomb shit like my brain was made outta M-80s (caviar)
I flow 16 Pablo Escobar perverse perversion' so fat my dick got a double chin
My MCin' produce more seaman then wet dreamin'
Of hostin' BET with Rachel in the Caribbean
C-arson home of niggas with gold Visas and heaters
Sendin' Jesus subpoenas
(Got you singin' duets with Selena nigga)
So Sister Act
Cause black nun (none) get love
And I'm a have juice till Mark Ferman plants the bloody glove
I drive European cars and smoke Cuban cigars
Bring it phat to your ears like Warren G's keyloyds
From B-boys to D-boyz it's like shippin' keys from overseas
Please I move MC's like o.z.s

Hook:
See niggas from outta town don't even ** around

Ras Kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle Los Angels

Xzibit:
See handguns and girls that's the way of the underworld

Ras Kass:
There ain't no angel that you can strangle Arch Angels (say what?)

Ras Kass:
See left coast niggas is the Craziest
I dodge shotgun pellets in the felonious Los Skandalous
Golden State
Home of dysfunctional gang truces
5.8 quakes where glass houses pancake (westsiiiiiide)
But I be in the hood like a rebuilt engine
** what I'm benchin' I weave through tracks like extensions (nigga)
I'm ridin' for chips like on time on motorcycles
And for looters to get trifle
I'm like a chink on a Slason swap meet roof with two automatic rifles
Puberty got me Vicious
And these generation X bitches is too big for they britches
15 goin' on 30
"I wanna **" written all over their faces with mack compact blowin' kisses
Promoted like seven oasis gettin' niggas twisted in statutory **cases
But I write rhymes in enough white lines askin' Melle Mel my punchlines
Hit from the baseline like six by nines
Crack addicts and Reggie Miller
That's fo reala
I X more Hollywood Squares than Phillis Dilla

Hook:

Xzibit:
Yeah niggas from outta town don't even ** around

Ras Kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle Los Angels (yeah)

Xzibit:
Welcome to the place where niggas make moves

Ras Kass:
Nigga there ain't no angel that you can strangle Arch Angels

Xzbit:
Handguns and girls that's the way of the underworld

Ras Kass:
But there ain't no angle that you can strangle Los Angels (ha)

Xzibit:
Home of the scandalous big bad Los Angeles

Ras Kass:
But there ain't no angel that you can strangle Arch Angels

Ras Kass:
You know man all I have in this world is two things man
That's my word and my balls
Or maybe that's three things
So on microphones I let my nuts hang like John Homes
And took so many niggas out I should change my name to Chaperone
D-Mac and Laylaw know that on mic cables
I got one thousand two hundred techniques similar to the turntable
So if it's crem de la creme since I'm smarter I oughta
Float like dead bodies in water
Manana tell your girl this here mayatti got one extra backstage pass
If she put 'em on the glass
Cause she be jockin' rappers that be seen with who's who
The single charters so she blows me for a hit like cluckheads do
No MC parallels they behind bars like Rick's jail cell
To rock well I need a beat like...
Child abuse victims (ha ha)
Everything I say turn to yay
This shit was blowin' kids away before Timothy McVeigh

Hook

Xzibit outro:
Yeah yeah straight from mother**in' Xzibt ha ha and the Lawhouse
youknowhatI'msayin' with that nigga Ras Kass (he's guilty).
Yeah yeah. Break it down. It won't stop. West coast hip hop (yo yo).
It's the almighty Xzibit (booyaka).

Pablo Picasso (Modern Lovers)

well,
some people try to pick up girls
and get called an asshole
this never happened to pablo picasso
he could walk down your street
and girls could not resist to stare
and so pablo picasso was never called an asshole

well, the girls would turn the colour of avocado
when he would drive down thier street
in his el dorado
he could walk down your street
and girls could not resist to stare
pablo picasso never got called an asshole
not like you

alright
well he was only 5 foot 3
but girls could not resist to stare
pablo picasso never got called an asshole
not in new york

well,
??????? obnoxious been on bell bottom ??? asshole
remember the story of pablo picasso
he could walk down your street
and girls could not resist to stare
pablo picasso was never called an asshole

well,
some people try to pick up girls
and get called an asshole
this never happened to pablo picasso
he could walk down your street
and girls could not resist to stare
and so pablo picasso was never called...










Unorthodox (Peanut Butter Wolf)




featuring Pablo

Check it out
Check it out
I rock unorthodox to counter the clocks

I rock unorthodox lyrical orthodontist
Correctin' overbites it's instant overnight
Types that tickle me caught in the paradox
Zap you zooted xerox and copy it
Caught an** starvin' from illin' ingredients
I think with expedience and speak from experience
Delirious blowouts comb ya' mind for tight rhymes
Bent outta' shape, I scrutinize
They ain't put out a hit to unmask the master of disguise
I'll swing yo' satisfy, maliscious listeners hate to ???
Get some willpower, weight gainer
I gave and get no ground
You'll crap down, recognize restricted airspace
The chase is on, with verse walk
Always keep the talk sensible
My different demeanor just invincible, undivisible
My laws not visible to the physical cornea
You corny brothers place the ruins of patience and storm away
You need a nightcap in the nuthouse
Try to douse me with gas
I stay cooler than winds passed
Ignite fast, in the light year trips
I've come to grips with dips on roads I travel
As the clock unravels

I rock unorthodox, to counter the clocks
I rock unorthodox, to counter the clocks
I rock unorthodox, to counter the aggressive clocks
I rock unorthodox, to counter the clocks

Check it out

no restraint is effective
Complaints become repetitive, in the cradle of mankind
Define minds, kill the way of volcanoes
Flow down original Niles
One with the singles, four-wide count
My mass mounts moods
Niggas will never rap ???
A thousand-yard stare
To care and treat the cystic hollow prose
With no get up and d**an analytical opponent
It's a bump, I'm thick opponent
At night organize fornicate with eyes
The first contact, lose virginity
I'm so gentle with delivery
Testicular slaughter on sisters
I'll kiss ya', and dis' ya, and never **in' miss ya
I'm the star quarterback
Ya' sorry chokin' swine kicker, between uprights
Maintain posture
I usually euthanize imposters
Spreadin' rumours about none
Think of raps as growin' lava
Got millions for the next millenium
I'm killin' 'em with the unorthodox style

I rock unorthodox
I rock unorthodox, to counter the clock (repeat)
I rock unorthodox, to counter the relentless clock
I rock unorthodox, to counter the agressive clock (the agressive clock)
I rock unorthodox, to counter the clock

I just rock

La Vie Boheme (Rent)

RESTAURANT MAN
No please no
Not tonight please no
Mister can't you go
Not tonight can't have a scene

ROGER
What?

RESTAURANT MAN
Go, please go;
You - Hello, sir
I said, "No"
Important customer

MARK
What am I just a blur?

RESTAURANT MAN
You sit all night you never buy

MARK
That's a lie that's a lie
I had a tea the other day

RESTAURANT MAN
You couldn't pay

MARK
Oh yeah

COLLINS
Benjamin Coffin III - here?

RESTAURANT MAN
Oh no

ALL
Wine and beer!

MAUREEN
The enemy of Avenue A
We'll stay

(They sit)

RESTAURANT MAN
Oy vey!

COLLINS
What brings the mogul in his own mind to the Life Cafe?

BENNY
I would like to propose a toast
To Maureen's noble try
It went well

MAUREEN
Go to hell

BENNY
Was the yuppie scum stomped
Not counting the homeless
How many tickets weren't comped

ROGER
Why did Muffy-

BENNY
Alison

ROGER
Miss the show?

BENNY
There was a death in the family
If you must know

ANGEL
Who died?

BENNY
Our Akita

BENNY, MARK, ANGEL, COLLINS
Evita

BENNY
Mimi I'm surprised
A bright and charming girl like you
Hangs out with these slackers
(Who don't adhere to deals)
They make fun yet I'm the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia's
A fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta
Bohemia is dead

(The BOHEMIANS immediately begin to enact a mock funeral, with
MARK delivering the "eulogy")

MARK
Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes

COLLINS & ROGER
Dies irae dies illa
Kyrie eleison
Yitgadal v' yitkadash, etc.

MARK
Here she lies
No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of mother earth
On this night when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass- you bet your**to-
(MAUREEN flashes hers)
La vie Boheme

ALL
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme

MARK
To days of inspiration
Playing hookie, making something out of nothing
The need to express
To communicate,
To going against the grain,
Going insane
Going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension,
To starving for attention,
Hating convention, hating pretension
Not to mention of course,
Hating dear old mom and dad
To riding your bike,
Midday past the three- piece suits
To fruits to no absolutes
To Absolute- to choice
To the Village Voice
To any passing fad
To being an us-for once-, instead of a them -

ALL
La vie Boheme
La vie Boheme

(JOANNE enters)

MAUREEN
Is the equipment in a pyramid?

JOANNE
It is, Maureen

MAUREEN
The mixer doesn't have a case
Don't give me that face

(MAUREEN smacks JOANNE's**as she exits. MR. GREY reacts)

MR. GREY
Ahhemm

MAUREEN
Hey Mister- she's my sister

RESTAURANT MAN
So that's five miso soup, four seaweed salad
Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter
And one pasta with meatless balls

A BOY
Ugh

COLLINS
It tastes the same

MIMI
If you close your eyes

RESTAURANT MAN
And thirteen orders of fries
Is that it here?

ALL
Wine and beer!

MIMI & ANGEL
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou

MAUREEN & COLLINS
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, vacation

MARK
Mucho masturbation

MAUREEN & COLLINS
Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new

COLLINS
To Sontag

ANGEL
To Sondheim

FOUR PEOPLE
To anything taboo

COLLINS & ROGER
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage

COLLINS
Lenny Bruce

ROGER
Langston Hughes

MAUREEN
To the stage

PERSON #1
To Uta

PERSON #2
To Buddha

PERSON #3
Pablo Neruda, too

MARK & MIMI
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow to blow off Auntie Em

ALL
La vie Boheme

(JOANNE returns)

MAUREEN
And wipe the speakers off before you pack

JOANNE
Yes, Maureen

MAUREEN
Well - hurry back

(MAUREEN and JOANNE kiss)

MR. GREY
Sisters?

MAUREEN
We're close

(ANGEL jumps on top of COLLINS, who's on the table. They kiss)

ANGEL, COLLINS, MAUREEN, MARK, MR. GREY
Brothers!

MARK, ANGEL, MIMI & THREE OTHERS
Bi**uals, tri**uals, homo sapiens, carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman, German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana

ALL
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy, Vaclav Havel, The ** Pistols, 8BC, to no shame never playing the Fame Game

COLLINS
To marijuana

ALL
To sodomy,
It's between God and me
To S & M

(MR. GREY walks out)

BENNY
Waiter...Waiter...Waiter

ALL
La vie Boheme

COLLINS
In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred

ROGER
Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on high holy days

(ROGER picks up an electric guitar and starts to tune it)

MARK
Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot, will sing native american tribal chants backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello which she has never studied

(At this point, JOANNE has entered and seen MAUREEN playfully kiss
MARK. JOANNE exits. BENNY pulls MIMI aside)

BENNY
Your new boyfriend doesn't know about us?

MIMI
There's nothing to know

BENNY
Don't you think that we should discuss-

MIMI
It was three months ago

BENNY
He doesn't act like he's with you

MIMI
We're taking it slow

BENNY
Where is he now?

MIMI
He's right - hmm

BENNY
Uh huh

MIMI
Where'd he go?

MARK
Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song
(ROGER picks up a guitar and plays Musetta's Theme)
That doesn't remind us of "Musetta's Waltz"

COLLINS
Angel Dumott Schunard will now model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub

ANGEL
And Collins will recount his exploits as an anarchist including the successful reprogramming of the M.I.T. virtual reality equipment to self-destruct, as it broadcast the words:

ALL
"Actual reality -- Act Up -- Fight AIDS"

BENNY
Check!

(BENNY exits. Lights on MIMI and ROGER)

MIMI
Excuse me did I do something wrong?
I get invited then ignored all night long

ROGER
I've been trying I'm not lying
No one's perfect I've got baggage

MIMI
Life's too short, babe, time is flying
I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine

ROGER
I should tell, you-

MIMI
I've got baggage too

ROGER
I should tell you

MIMI
I got baggage, too

ROGER
I should tell you

BOTH
Baggage - wine

OTHERS
And beer!

(Several beepers sound. Each turns off his or her beeper)

MIMI
AZT break

(MIMI, ROGER, ANGEL, and COLLINS take pills)

ROGER
You?

MIMI
Me , You?

ROGER
Mimi

Miami Life (Ras Kass)




Chorus:

Miami Life at any price keep my pockets nice
Eff the po lice Miami Life ain't nuttin nice
Miami Life at any price keep my pockets nice
Eff the po lice Miami Life ain't nuttin nice

Verse One:

I'm launchin rockets and SCUDs at Crockett and Tubbs
[and Tye] full of more Rum than a [Mai Tai] again despite high
schoolin I be high refusin to listen to what the PTA say
Eff a four point oh GPA I got a five point oh GTA
hittin the chop shop, with an ETA of 3 o'clock, so shake the spot
like Luke and them girl with the Daisy Dukes
Cuz life's a beach and I forever be wearin my bathing suit
Met this Colombian mommy set a daddy, trap the cabbie
with government permission, no DEA intervention
Filthy rich and hit lines for recreation snortin coke up
but Pinoche's rollin, cuz I don't know the next hoe be the loc'est
You still can't teach me or reach me with history
when the story is his, and who gets to be
the future Pablo Escobar don't need a diploma
Minimum wage the rest I'm livin whale like Jonah

Chorus

Verse Two:

Walk these streets with more Heat than Alonzo Mourning
Now how many toasters can these smokers keep pawning?
My school days was like Porky's
in class doin the butt, on the hallway ditchin
Teacher's pet snitchin, but ain't no Miami Bass like the triple beam
So fool please, I move MC's like old Z's
I want more cheese than Kraft Ravioli
Got love like Chachi and Joni micraphone Michael Corleone
Only the homies really know me, but everybody
want to dip in my Mixelplic [what part of the game is this?]
Keepin CoInTelPro stickin into brothers like Velcro
Fightin felony convictions, a closer shave than Norelco
well though, stay and lose it, I'm still official
[Why?] cuz I'm on a roll like toilet tissue
[Rider] anything less would be uncivilized
At any price... Miami Life...

Chorus 2X

Verse Three:

Accept no Substitute
And I'ma make it known The Specialist like Stallone
and Sharon Stone watchin your spot get blown
you don't even understand, I ain't scared of you mother**ers
[Senator Bob Dole] and C. Delores Tucker
What the world needs is less free cheese
More white collar J-O-B's, these ghetto MP's
stretchin fools on the block for crack rock
But part of power brokers is gettin over like unprotected ** with Oprah
Float, like a Tournament of Roses parade
Sting, like a bee, but of course
I put my foot so deep in yo**
the water in my knee will quench your thirst, I got juice freshly squeezed
Words 100 percent bom-Bay, made from more concentration than Minute Maid
Renegade rhyme ride ruckus non-fiction me and my kin
slippin mickies and puttin hickies on your chest
I never been seen like the Loch Ness...
...monster, heh, and now a word from our sponsor
Yeah, and now a word from our sponsor

Chorus 2X

Tengo un Amor (Pablo Herrera)

Tengo un amor
Que es un castigo del Señor
Que me domina y me hace triza el corazón
Que me ha dejado solo
Sin ver el sol

Tengo un amor
Que es como un náufrago en el mar
Que está muy solo y nadie viene a rescatar
Que se abraza a las olas
Buscando paz

Tengo un amor que no es amor
Que me hace daño
Mi corazón está en sus manos
Me desespero y no tengo valor
Para irme de ti

Tengo un amor que no es amor
Que me hace daño
Mi corazón está en sus manos
Me desespero y no tengo valor
Para irme de ti

Tengo un amor
Que es una celda, una prisión
Que me condena y me ha encerrado en su dolor
Que me ha dejado solo
Sin ver el sol

Tengo un amor ...

Get **'d (J-Kwon)

[J—Kwon]
Track Boys
Woah Woah
You Heard The Name J-Kwon
Woah Woah
Yea You’ll See Me In A Minute
Woah Woah
Petey Pablo
Woah Woah
We Gettin **’D Man
Woah Woah
Ebony Eyes
Woah Woah
Y’all Ready
Woah Woah
Ima Run While Gettin Front
Jus Cuz U Gettin None
Hit A Cop Then Hit A Nun
Its All Wit A Gun
What Is Done Is What Is Done
Its all For The Fun
Somebody Said I Cut Off Their Head Its Already Done
Yo Im Black Wit Many Straps
Im Put In Many Masks
Wit A Bat My Cliped On Im Bangin Wit That
Wur Its At Is Wur Its At
Don’t Wory Bout That
You A Solider Where A Soldier Relate To That
Now Im Marchin Down The Alley Eatin Rallyes
How Many Motha **as That Try We Need A Tally
Now We Bluntin There Mind And Then We Outy
Rowdy They Step On The Bomb The Pump Outy
Doubt Me Ill Start The Shootin Up In The Alley
Track One Here Ill Give A Bomb To Your Family
Met Your Family Then They Start To Get Calm See
But Yo Ima Doin Any Way Wat

[Chorus]
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
West Coast Get **’D
East Coast Get **’D
Mid—West Get **’D
Down South Get **’D
West Coast Get **’D
East Coast Get **’D
Mid—West Get **’D
Down South Get **’D

[Petey Pablo]
Now Take A Ride As We Roll Thru The Ghetto
But Keep Your Foot On The Pedal Cuz It Can Get Pretty Extreme In The Ghetto
Tripple ** Level No Hold Bar We Got Hood Capped & Lutenets & Project Sergeants
Capable Of Pullin Your Carden Bombin Your Car Grenades Through Your Windows
This Is All Out War Take The Main Road Anywhere We Go Every Time We Role
Have Me Transportin Guns Stashed In The Truck Flow
Real Talk Dogg I Hit Real Hard One Swing Knock A Motha **a Block Slam Off
Hit Him In The Part Where He Talk From
Now he Got A Momma Cuz The Y’s In The Jaw Make It Hard For Him To Tell You Somethin
The Sun Aint Down But The Storm Comin
The Best Thing For You To Do Is Try To Get Prepared For It
They Find Him Bread Water Milk A Couple Cans Of Soup
And A Place To Go Just In Case You Had To Move

[Chorus]
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
West Coast Get **’D
East Coast Get **’D
Mid—West Get **’D
Down South Get **’D
West Coast Get **’D
East Coast Get **’D
Mid—West Get **’D
Down South Get **’D

[J—Kwon]
Runnin When It Comes To The Twos
Im Not Forgiving The Blues
Ill Knock Another Man Clean Out His Shoes
We Get To Breakin The Rules
Lets Get To Takin Them Jewels
He Still Trippin Ill Turn His**Into Dog Food
Who Got The Static Huh
Who Bring The Blasting Huh
The Automatic Huh
And Let Them Have It
Chump Im A Savage What
Let Me Show You Magic Bro
One Shot Of This Ill Turn Your**Into Sawdust
I Know We Lawless
Im Talkin All Us
When It Come Handlein Buisness
Dirty We Flawless
See These Revolvers
That’s Why They Call Us
The Same Reason The Police Aint Never Caught Us
Im On Another Level Words From A True Rebel
I Rock * * * * * * * And I Aint Talkin Heavy Metal
You Just A Crumb
And Me Im A Dirt Devil
Lets See Whats Left As Soon As The Smoke Settle

[Chorus]
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
You Can Take It Thurr
We Can Handle That
West Coast Get **’D
East Coast Get **’D
Mid—West Get **’D
Down South Get **’D
West Coast Get **’D
East Coast Get **’D
Mid—West Get **’D
Down South Get **’D

American Life (Primus)

In a town in southernmost Sicily
Lived a family too proud to be poor
In the year that fever took father away
They hastened for American shores
Now a mother and her son are standing in line
It's a cold day on Ellis Isle
And they look to the Statue of Liberty
For the boy we have American Life

Ong is a Laotian refugee
He works in the audio trade
The smoke from flux is filling his lungs
He's earning minimum wage
Spending spare time down on
San Pablo ave
Once a week gets a woman for the night
And he writes home tales of prosperity
For the boy we have American Life

Bob is an unemployed veteran
Born and bred in the South Bronx
He's living off the streets down in east L.A.
Residing in a cardboard box
Now he plays a little quit and he has a small dog
Searching for aluminum cans
And he hold on tight to his dignity
He was born into American Life

The Toys Go Winding Down (Primus)

An overaged boy of 39 has left the wing today
The first time in his life he's made that step
Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity
He's entered in a race that must be won
One of the animals has left its cage today
In search of better things, so it seems to be
But in this land of polyurethane,
things are apt to get a bit...hot

As the toys go winding down

C.G. The Mexican is a friend of mine
We used to sit around the house watching Evil Dead
Talking about the way it used to be
Skit dat daddle dee dee
We used to pull the stripers out of San Pablo bay
Now the delta waters go down So. Cal.
And the stripers start to fade away

It's pudding time!

As the toys go winding down

The Prophecy (Daddy Yankee featuring Nas)

Coming from the shadow of the island!
We are Winchester Yankee and Nas Escobar!
Pablo, what's up, pa'?

What's up, pa'?
Keep it raw for ya!
No doubt, PR, check it!

Play your position
Focus on life, see what you're missing
Reality, the tale or the caliber
.45, Nickel-9, check the calendar
'97m deep algebra, black plaga
Ruled the world high, ______
with my ganster for single years
And rap words emulate my life for years
Autobiography a part of me
Portraits of the ill shit inside of me
Magnetic, jigged up to my faded wig
Any position I'm in, I find a way to live
Out of state, on the block, or behind metal gate
Yo!
This heavyweight got cheddar to make
Smack your head off, click wildling, push thru
Puerto Rock warriors, took you thru' the drama
Escobar or Pablo, Miliano, Papo; take the world pronto
Word to mine, genuine, Señor Juan at your table
Poison you, mad fatal
Just the way it is when you let the 'hood raise you
Never let them hoes play you
Mental, smart, strong and stable

Treinta-treinta (30/30), 70mm metras
Es letal, violenta
Alimenta el mental de toda mi gente completa
Fundamenta es mi letra, representa el instrumental
Rapida lenta, Winchester inventa en los noventa
Liricas respuestas para preguntas que no contestan
Como el misterio de cuando suenen la trompeta
666, sera la marca de la bestia
Directo para tu frente o a tu mano derecha
El infierno, sobre la tierra
Socio, que decia que en las calles tenia el jugo
Para a cualquier gatillo darle
Decia "Yankee, siempre vivire mi vida en grande."
Con tanta guillaera ahora copera con lo federales
Se dejo llevar por la maldad, el chico, en todo momento
La envidia, gatillo, demonios que andan suelto
Tienen ojos y no miran como si tuvieran un bendaje
Nadie podra cerrar mis ojos espirituales
Es para el gatillero que solo piensa en maltilleo
Capea un pal de sacos para picharle al nebuleo
De momento se siente que lo pueden cojer dormido
Tiene que estar alerta asi que le mete al perico
De momento siente una persecucion enorme
No lo aguanta, corre y lo baja con la ___________
Entonce empieza el problema cuando le sueltan el fulete
Lo patea el rifle, la misma historia al inocente
Y recuerdo las palabras de quien me tuvo en su vientre
"Tu futuro depende de la siembra de tu sobra."
Cada cual es reponsable de su cosecha y la persona
Que siembra el gatillo su fruto sera la muerte
Espada muere, al que tambien espada hiere
Impacta y mata, lirica intocable intacta
No tengo enemigos, el unico es el Satan
Canta, cosa que no sea lata-lata
Quien es el ganster
Eres guasa, guasa, guasa

Yeah, ya'll know the dilly
Ya know the dilly, when the cops get pilly
For really, check the drilly
Yo!
Ride Expeditions, diamonds, New York's finest
Large gods, see the god Nas is timeless
Mac official, black pistol, rap hit you
Much love to Puerto Rico, we rolling with you
Winchester here to bless you
'97, big Nas, love out to PR
And we out like that, keep the GAT's cock back
Winchester and Nas, on the rise baby
PR to QB, word up

PR, NYC, Winchester Yankee
Para Puerto Rico, Boricua Guerrero
Soy valioso como Bernie Williams en este juego
Jaja, no doubt pa'


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