Killa Hill Niggas

Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí

Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va

Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!

In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest?

MC's in the game runnin' for the status

Take a few seconds to review the crews

Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you

Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream

Cookin' up a scheme for all them big bank figures

The world is yours, but it can be mine and his

Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is

Number one mission, opposition

Get thrown sent home in dead position

In the casket, best wishes

At the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes

Full out search for the body

Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party

No wins, no ends, no way

That I'm ever gonna let you come back again!

Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered

Sabas get blasted for words he packaged

Peep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense

Power-U niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans

What you seekin', son I catch cream like Dominicans

Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin', wild as Indians

Tomahawk, Shaolin slang, the violent talk

Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports

What you thought?

Y ya esta dicho

Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir

Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me

Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta

Quiero quemarte la cara

Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant

I'm takin' these cannabis plants yo for grant'

Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon

From a dune in the desert, mega-Babylon pleasure

Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma

Warrior nomad put you in a coma

Comma, llama, smash-crashin' your armor

Drama, I'm a stealth aircraft bomber

Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell

It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals

And if not yo, credentials are essential

I see reality, few things surrounding me

Free like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric

Not fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon

Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine

The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon

Five part criminal, two part felon (esto es muy antiguo)

Esta dicho!

Aquí, la revolución!

No se va a ver por televisión

Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo

Va a ser aquí en nuestro país

Y todos los 'singao masones'

Que están chingando el mundo

También, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos

En las manos de ellos. Un día, va a ser sangre"

Mucha sangre

La peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír

Que se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones

Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo

Todos son unos mismos cabrones