CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Superb Clientele
Saint Peter, my family’s saint. Now as that card burns so may your soul burn in Hell if you betray your friends or the family
Now rub your hands together like this, and repeat after me:
May I burn in Hell (May I burn in Hell) if I betray my friends
(if I betray my friends) -- Congratulations
Yo! Caveman versus astronauts, shooters of chrome
Versus computers and drones, drop the addy, Uzi’s explode
They overturned a cop car
Hit the precinct with the rocket launcher
Heroin everywhere, thеse streets is like a poppy orchard
Like thе Middle East, purple [emesis], sherm and the weed
Burners with beams, murder supreme – Oh! (Murder Supreme!)
Superb clientele, [my swerve I excel] (Yeah!)
Young Gene Simmons by himself 'til I arrive in hell (Yes!)
I don’t drive well
The cars mines throw the threaded barrel pokin’ out the back windows mine aswell
So apart from the fire [upon] entry, I’m ignorant, I’m Illmatic
I’m infinite, I can chop you [a shotty]
Or chop it up about the [Anunnaki]
Yin and Yang my shooters spin and bang like Canarsie
Clap hammers, spot a round in the [Benz floor seat]
Bandana tied around my leg like [Joe] (Let’s talk to ‘em!)
x2
Superb clientele, murder die and kill
Certified Ill, I am Bill, listen to the rhyme spill
Or better yet twirl like a hollow shell
Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell
Now rub your hands together like this, and repeat after me:
May I burn in Hell (May I burn in Hell) if I betray my friends
(if I betray my friends) -- Congratulations
Yo! Caveman versus astronauts, shooters of chrome
Versus computers and drones, drop the addy, Uzi’s explode
They overturned a cop car
Hit the precinct with the rocket launcher
Heroin everywhere, thеse streets is like a poppy orchard
Like thе Middle East, purple [emesis], sherm and the weed
Burners with beams, murder supreme – Oh! (Murder Supreme!)
Superb clientele, [my swerve I excel] (Yeah!)
Young Gene Simmons by himself 'til I arrive in hell (Yes!)
I don’t drive well
The cars mines throw the threaded barrel pokin’ out the back windows mine aswell
So apart from the fire [upon] entry, I’m ignorant, I’m Illmatic
I’m infinite, I can chop you [a shotty]
Or chop it up about the [Anunnaki]
Yin and Yang my shooters spin and bang like Canarsie
Clap hammers, spot a round in the [Benz floor seat]
Bandana tied around my leg like [Joe] (Let’s talk to ‘em!)
x2
Superb clientele, murder die and kill
Certified Ill, I am Bill, listen to the rhyme spill
Or better yet twirl like a hollow shell
Say goodbye cruel world, word, die in Hell
