Letra de Killa Hill Niggas (feat. RZA & U-God)
"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 MCs 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 Cleaned in my dream Cookin' up a scheme For all them big bank niggas 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 dumb, succumb and then position In a casket, best wishes At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes Full out search for the body Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party No wins, no ends, no wayThat I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!Check my dramatics Brains get splattered Dreams shattered Sabas get blasted for words he packaged Beat the sequence Bravado lessons on his defense Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans What you seekin' Son I catch clean like Dominicans Last Mohican Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk Shaolin slang, the violent talk Upstate New YorkWhere 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 droppin' chant The check DI slant I'm taking these cannabis plants Yo for granted 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 View things surrounding me Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric Not frontin' or braggin' Hundred percent red dragon Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon Five part criminal, two part felon"Esta dicho! Aquí, la revelación! No se la ve por television, todos Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo, va a ser aquí en nuestro Pais y todos los 'singamasones', que están singando un mundo, tambien, Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos, un día, Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre, la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a Oír, que se va a hueler', hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo, todos son unos mismos Cabrones"