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I’m from the land of the shadows, city of the gods I’m from the hard rock bottom, ese the land of the lost They said we’re marked for death, America’s most wanted My hood’s a ghost town, it’s like my neighborhood’s haunted I put my soul on these beats, sold my soul to the beast with immortal techniques, I watch for death when it creep Gangster commander and chief, the words I speak are eternal Cast out of heaven in to hell walking through burning infernos Time travel with the stars, do my time behind bars I’m thee unbreakable man with the invisible scar You see the gun in my hand, that’s for the cops on the case They wanna put me in cuffs, they trying to send me upstate I drop bass, I shoot a coward right in his face I bet he heard of how I murder muthaf**kas on tape I’m down to blast, ese f**k the federal task And the punk district attorney, b*t*h can kiss my ass I’m the man in the mask, matter of fact I’m the one They wanna send back to prison for the love of a gun And at night, I pray to god please watch over my sons I can feel it in the air, oh this time will come, I give a f**k They cry for me It waits patiently Lloran por mí Me espera ahí Mí influencia es hampleada Something like brujería cuando es enviada G status, in this game Ain’t another motherf**ker that could do the same Esto es una nueva faseta But I stay in the shadows Sociedad secreta, me respetan Cause with the enemy blood I decorate the corner with a throwaway gun That’s how it’s done Por eso quieren captura Cause I don’t f**k around, at this altura The caskets piled for several miles Homie top notch lyrics, architectural style Con mandados por el famoso conejo Situation get real, ahí les va el consejo Lights off jump out, catch ‘em slippin’ Ese do it by your lonely, so there ain’t no snitchin’ It’s just you and the memory Now let’s skip to the jale that was sent for me It touch down, the stash get open Every brick coming out is what I’m holding They cry for me It waits patiently Lloran por mí Me espera ahí At night I dance with the devil just to stack the dinero I’m with the angel of death, music produced by the ghetto We give a f**k, we on the run with guns Push music and move drugs, ese pure and uncut I got that G-funk that P-funk that Gangsta sh*t Living that real street life, we represent for the click Cause life’s a b*t*h homeboy, we talking money and murder Fully active southern gangsta still packin’ my burner You know what’s up de limpieza asesinatos It’s what you gotta do, emediato The package of coca, ese ain’t no joke Cause if you can’t rock it up, what the f**k they gon’ smoke? Don’t provoke, the kamikaze I been a ronin ese you can’t stop me Cause I’m lifted off the Yesca Ese five for an ounce es lo qué cuesta Cobro plaza al lo raperos Let me tell you vato que mi barrio es primero So I bust, on the rivals I don’t know about you but that’s a form of survival They cry for me It waits patiently Lloran por mí Me espera ahí Damn, haha yeah sh*t this one goes out to all the muthaf**ken fans All the muthaf**ken haters Yeah everyone that thought this sh*t wouldn’t happen Haha I’m clownin’ Hey what we doing homie? Lift the curse S-K-M sh*t, laughing at these muthaf**kas The streets cried for us It’s alright though We still gon drop the album Urban Kings - Old English brand f**k what you talkin about
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