Cuntame el cuento del rbol dtil de los desiertos,. de las mezquitas de tus abuelos.. Dame los ritmos de las darbucas y los secretos. que hay en los libros que yo no leo..
? y miren lo que son las cosas. porque para que nos vieran. nos tapamos el rostro. para que nos nombraran. nos negamos el nombre. apostamos el presente.
una vez estuvo cerca del amor. de las alas y el misterio. de gustarse en el espejo. y esa vez no supo nada del dolor. por las calles y los versos. poco a poco fue creyendo.
[Beanie Man]. Zaccka Zo. Ona-na-na-na. Guerilla Black where you from. Zaccka. . [Guerilla Black + (Beanie Man Ad-Libs)]. I'm strictly business, just like E-P-M-B.
I'm strictly business, just like E P M B. I'm B L A C K from the C P T. Were they dip them cigarettes in P C P. And them broads they believe in me. C I B, the magnum totem.
You are now in tune with your wifey's favorite DJ, DJ Ill Will. . I might fly and lose it all. I'll be a cannonball. and maybe you'll walk away, maybe you'll walk away.
[Verse 1: Greg Grease]. Broke and feeling hopeless, smoking dro, deduct the bogus. Puffing 'till I'm comatose, just went to work and no one noticed. Chasing currency while perps lurk mercilessly.
Beware, four figures appear through the fog. Yeah, Gravediggaz cut like swords. Fear makes ya brain go numb. You ain't got a clue where the Gods come from.
Check. Well here's the good to go 'cause it gets good when it's goin'. It ain't so-and-so 'n' it's just Grand Puba flowin'. Stud Doogie, Alamo, on the ziggie rub the table.
Flippin' the script, page one. We got the real McCoy's in the house. The big kids callin' all the shots. So here's the resume for the day, check it. It's time to turn the page.
Intro:. Yeah positivity over comes negativity check it.. . A gat don't make you a man cause a man made the gat. So stop with the black on black (x2). .
Yeah, I see you waitin' over there. See you jockin' over there. See you lookin' at my girl over here. Why you worried 'bout this girl over here?. Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare.
[Intro]. What of the dollar you murdered for. Is that the one fighting for your soul. Or your brother's the one that you're running from. But if you got money, fuck it, because I want some.
God-Des:. Is anybody listenin'?. Do they really understand what's happenin' to us?. 'Cause I can't take this shit anymore.. I'm so fuckin' stressed out..
[Verse 1]. Cigarro y libreta. Mano, pluma y letra. K36 la escuela, varios MC's por toda la banqueta. Parece broma que un mc de juguete el micro toma. Es una puta joda, que ami me deja en coma.
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine. I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time. I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine. I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time.
Verse one: bushwick bill. . I told you size wasn't shit. That's why I murdered your neices. Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces. Don't let 'em run.
Once upon a time at the Honeycomb hideout. Sugarbear and Mikey sat alone gettin' fried out. Lucky walked in with this nigga name Rice Grain. Pulled out a knot and conjured up a dice game.