Feat. majid, acorn, jokeren
Majid:
i got the recipe to be the greatest mc you see
my tongue is sword my ammunition the vocabulary
iand'm the type you just sit back and listen
when iand've heard enough of your shit
i take your mind to prison
cause when i drop my poetry
everybody gets frantic
i put you down, bitch, like the ice did titanic
i handle this ruff rugged and raw
i do a lot of crazy shit
cause i like to explore
take things to a limit
thatand's definitely unheard
watch your speakers as the air
gets filled with verbs
hit the curb cause you getting something
you donand't deserve
ugly as a mother fucker
like the singer from the verve
todos me miran reconocen este estilo
siempre en español en la cima yo estoy fijo
latino orgulloso con formulas que complican
tu forma de pensar sin saber que significan
representar es fundamental, es algo que siempre hago
y pase lo que pase tengo outland por mi lado
ven conmigo y déjame enseñarte el camino
y descifrarte las entrañas
de este laberinto formado con palabras
soy representante de un sonido
que queda para la historia
clavado en tu memoria
personaje carismático, como napoleón
discantar estos versos es mi profesión
Acorn:
i come right-n-exact
with a mighty impact
the name is acorn
blasting' off roofs when i brainstorm
donand't stay calm
never forget it, kid,
prospects are limitless
pathetic kids, yand'alland's careers are as short
as a minute is
let it be dark for a minute,
when i kick yo ass itand'll spark in it,
youand'll never receive a medallion
with a mic carved in it,
often it is cats like you
i feed my rancor with
you shouldnand't have been a poet,
but a dancer, kid
the only things bugginand' me be the eternal q's,
so now i search for tools that make fire,
so i can be burninand' crews,
at first i chew
ya nerves in two, then i turn into
a pyromaniac and serve ya crew wit hell
till they desert in two,
i bring out the worst in you,
make you turn baby like some perverts do,
iand'll keep being annoying
till the earth is thru breathing
and armageddon comes bursting thru,
outlan and a make you run home early
like if you had a curfew...whut!
Me dhashatkard
jab phi kareeb na hona bekhabarr
warna kalam karrde ka je sultan tera sarr
tu mujhse darr
na larna warna kaat doon ka teri jarr
kacha jobake tujhe phaink do ka
waqas ali se na le banga
tu guli ka lafanga me hoon jadookarr
eik nazar se tujhe na raib kia
to mera naam waqas nahi
tere baas sans nahi pyas nahi
mere saat jang karne ke liye tere baas hatiyarr nahi
abey tu sonn
tu ga nahi sakta mere gunn
mujh chasa banna chata hai kute tu hoga tunn
dekho zara eik baat zara bata tu hai kia shay
janta nahi ke dhashatkard hoon me
eik rhalat nazar se mujhe dekh me tujhe jala doon
ye bata doon ke mei hoon wo kala jadoon
harr eik jang ki bazi mei me tujhe hara doon
zindagi ke bare me eik do cheeze tujhe bata doon
(translated)
iand'm a terrorist
whenever you near
donand't be unaware
or this sultan cutand'll cut your heads off
be afraid donand't step
or iand'll separate you from your roots
eat you raw and spit you out
waqas ali is not the one to mess with
you just a street punk
and iand'm a magician
if i donand't make you vanish
with one stare then change my name
you ainand't got the breath it takes
you ainand't got thirst it takes
to go to war with me
you ainand't got the weapon it takes
you listen you canand't sing my song
wanna be just like me you must be high
look at yourself then tell me what you worth
did you forget iand'm a terrorist
one wrong look and youand'll burn
letting you that i am what you call black magic
in every single battle youand'll loose
letting you know a thing or two about life
Jokeren:
når jeg kaster mit dub op så rynkes der på næsen af mcand'er
der har svært ved at kapere en hvid knægt der kaster wand'er
men i and'94 var vi ved at producere
for mack 10 og mc ren og kan du se hvor jeg vil hen
vi lavede westside slaughta house med cube og wc
og når jeg hælder Ã,l ud er det for ben og eazy-e
og når jeg glor ondt på din ho og råber get the fuck out
tænker jeg på gangsta dresta, compton crips og b.g. knockout
når jeg står op i boksen på et track med outlandish
tænker jeg på min lokale dinerand's tuna melt sandwich
(mon ikke jeg gÃ,r)
så lad vær at spille dum knægt for nu kender du the deal
and du har hÃ,rt det fra den gale aka madness 4 real
I be the great dane
half moro - half viking
faithful slave of god
he my only heart i gave
riding like a storm
crossing the sea to the jungle of n.y.
with my sable attached to
the 5 mics on my back right
paying dues
second generation and'bout to present
the newest trend
illest form representing hip hop
thru the millennium
and then some
extra large
legendary like biggie smalls
leave my sable by his grave
el moro salutes the greatest one
