Verse 1

Que Chimba pana

Me acuesto en la cama

Con una morena Que tiene el pelo

como el pibe Valderrama

En las montañas con la vista panorama

Y Ella me dicen me reclama

Que no me vaya

se toca mientras Muerde la almuada

Deja la drama mama ya sabes el programa

Tengo plata para hacer

me importa um carajo por la fama

(Back to this disco)

Shit I got moves to make

Been doing this for years and all my dues is paid

I hit up Onaje like God all these dudes is fake

They a bunch of fruit cakes

I could do this album with my eyes closed

in two takes

You slept on the King you made a huge mistake

That's why the price double fuck that it triple

I get a bag for getting on stage

and spittin this riddle

Esto mas paisa Que Arepa y Manteca

Alpha y Omega

Juego en el medio campo

como el burrito Ortega

I'm cut from a different tela

So run to the corner store

We call it Kiosko some call it a bodega

Get yaself a 40 a spliff y prende la vela

Cuz i'm about to eat like when your abuela

Te llama para la cena

And killing all these rappers no no me da la Lena

Class in session let's take em back to escuela





Verse 2

Send the line

bout mine

Never send me running out of grind

Out of mind

Mix the arsenic with cyanide

Y'all are salty with iodine

Ride and shine

(wake up sun)

Had to bring it back to life

for the thousand times

Cold facts

golden plagues

Holding back to get ya skull cracked

Cold packs sun I really dun sold crack

Snowcat collect the bread

by the downs and I gave no tax

I ain't owe you niggaz Jack

Son hold that (Toma)

Check the road rap (GPS)

Plates are moving tectonic

Benz Chronic

old customer Listen to Stetsasonic

My young nigga leaning sipping expensive tonic

Wrote our own story as if its sketch comic

Ironic (Questions)

Broke deuce off paper

but ain't gotta die bottom line

Front you this package you must be out ya mind

The work ain't coming without dollar sign

Some of us hustle the others getting over off white collar crime



Verse 3



abrir los oidos y cera la jeta

che

se abren las nubes

se partan the waves

this is Sparta on stage

garcha in ya face

how does it taste?

got my spotterz in place

no cause for mistake

no pardons for fakes

we modern day greats

que grande los chico's we got it okay

magnifico

grito

we the Sun's of May

my damre sharpens my blade

I talk wit a slang

lunfardo

luchando por pay

stalkin my prey

rockets away

my pockets are safe

fuego proof mi negro

infierno for dayz

te queman from space

they burnin for space

disintegrate

no murders to trace

a certain way to displace

chemical climate manmade

energy weapons directly aimed"