(feat. RZA and U-God)
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"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda
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Aqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui
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Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye revolucion compadre!"
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In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest
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MC's in the game runnin for the status
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Take a few seconds to review the crews
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Sittin on top is the Hill lookin over you
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Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream
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Cookin up a scheme for all them big bank figures
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The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
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Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is
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Number one mission, opposition
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Get thrown sent home in dead position
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In the casket, best wishes
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At the bottom of the lake, sleepin with the fishes
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Full out search for the body
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Of the MC's who be comin to disrupt the party
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No wins, no ends, no way
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That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
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Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered
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Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
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Peep the sequencecrab adolescents, on his defense
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Power - U niggaz talkin fast like Puerto Ricans
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What you seekin, son I catch cream like Dominicans
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Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin, wild as Indians
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Tomahawk - Shaolin slang, the violent talk
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Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports
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What you thought?
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
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That that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back, ease back
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
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"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir
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Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon
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Que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta
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Quiero quemarte la cara!"
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Words drop in chant, the cheeky - eyed slant
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I'm takin these cannabis plants yo for grant'
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Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon
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From a dune in the desert Mega - Babylon pleasure
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Comin out the domepiece, smell my aroma
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Warrior nomad, put you in a coma
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Comma, llama, smash - crashin your armor
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Drama, I'm a, stealth aircraft bomber
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Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell
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It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals
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And if not yo, credentials are essential
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I see reality, few things surroundin me
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Three like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
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Not frontin or braggin, hundred percent red dragon
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Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
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The globe - trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon
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Five part criminal, two part felon
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That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
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That that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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- That that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back ease back
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television
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Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo
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Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los 'singamasones'
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Que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte
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De ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre
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Mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir
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Que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones
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Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo
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Todos son unos mismos cabrones
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Killa Hill Niggas
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Cypress Hill |