Say what!
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This is Connection turn off light
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You know, production the PENCIL here
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That Background was made by my brother the PENCIL
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You know how it is, the Connection turns off light
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New Vedado — Santa Cruz
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Oh you know how it is...
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New Vedado — Santa Cruz…
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This little lirikit is mine... and the PENCIL, mistreating the FrutyLoops
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We left here, you already know how it is
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Fail for your tongue...
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And it goes like this, yo!
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This one goes to those who have awakened curiosity
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They don't stop to listen and stop talking shit
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This one goes to those who shit through their mouths, for sure
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From so much thinking about me they forgot what the ass is for
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I assure you, that you will not be saved from this
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Art critic, come inject yourself with cyanide ink
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It's been four February now that I have you in trouble
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Thanks to my talent and your putería is that I last
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I am immature who releases his tensions by writing
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While you only speak ill of my songs
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Yes!, bad words and that, do not question me anymore compadre
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That you love listening to the yumas shit on your mother
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And that the dogs bark, that they throw themselves, and that they bite, give it |
Rehearse a scene to see if you get it
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That those of the perreo, the under and the commercials
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They know that I have a style that breaks the kettledrums
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And this is not dale don dale, but dale so that he learns
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That the clothes do not make you MC even if your CD is sold
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Have your pocket like this and the TV in you is reprimanded
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If you do not give a message believe me you are tremendous shit
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It is time that you understand men why you cling
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If the notebooks open me, what does it matter if the doors are closed
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Write and don't paint me war lantern
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That I color it for you, I turn it off, and I'll break it to stone
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Why do you close dog this is terror on horn
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I poke deep and deep and you are a pool diver
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Walk crazy and avoid the focus so that you are
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I get worse than Remteck with all his megawatts
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The El By is coming
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For the whites and for the pietros
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With me there is no dexboll, strikeouts and tickets
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When I stand on the drawer swear on the concrete
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They serve me all the pitches and I put full swing
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Be still and don't get in there
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That I am a train and you are very little line for me |
Yes, you think I'm asleep
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And in that curve is where you get lost and find me
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It is already known to you that I am not a bread
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Quiet, noble and double like Jackie Chan
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Logic is to believe the one if you collide with Byan
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That to win this little game you have to kill Shao Kahn
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I am a single MC, who has the thinker as a symbol
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No focus because you played crazy and I always ignore you
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But my team don't get confused
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What a change of suit for rumba and if you buzz I'll throw you off
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I know that I am not a saint of your devotion
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And you wish I'd never picked up a mic
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I'm sorry chamacon is that hipop is my passion
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Although it has only given me a thousand enemies and more than one clone
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What a situation baby, representing, this is for a long time
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That when the By turns on there is no way to turn it off
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Come watch it fanaticism is not going to crush you
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You are a fan of 50 Cent, well my favorite is ALDO
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I have the darts ready
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And an aim of three pairs of balls I have not failed
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Find me the one you think is best, put him by my side
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I'm going to mistreat him more than in a state cafeteria |
I have always been on the side of those who are not in power
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Without fame or glory above, do not come to offer me
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Leave me down here between my rhymes and my books
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If here I have them crazy up there I am a danger
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I've been riding the nitro since 2003, file the date
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Well, this gap kills you from the exit
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Do not waste more saliva and get alive
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I have you spending more work to rip a poskilon up
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Live your life and take away my deito yes!
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Use your time in something, there are good courses out there
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But if you are interested in the rhyme look for me
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For you to write the book 100 hours with El By
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is the by
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For the whites and for the pietros
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With me there is no dexboll, strikeouts and tickets
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When I stand on the drawer swear on the concrete
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They serve me all the pitches and I put full swing
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Be still and don't get in there
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That I am a train and you are very little line for me
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Yes, you think I'm asleep
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And in that curve is where you get lost and find me
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It is already known to you that I am not a bread
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Quiet, noble and double like Jackie Chan |
Logic is to believe the one if you collide with Byan
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That to win this little game you have to kill Shao Kahn
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Measuring me with a rod they will never know my size
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The good guys are the worst if they decide to do harm
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The nestlings of prey will starve
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Girls, I'm going to break your nails when you scratch
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If your forties are going, it is better that I notify you
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That your attitude shines with the size in which it presses you
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You're too shit-eater to think what you're saying
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And you are very weak to say what you think
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The road is not that asere so you better stop
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That the catalina is leaving you, the vielas are breaking
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Learn from the street but don't be put to sleep with a tooth
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The best MCs are not the ones who drop out of school
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ALDO so they will invent
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If they don't know where they'll get into the plumbing
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To win this little game you have to kill the Shao Kahn
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You know how it is... the Shao Kahn |