| Light the hell with me-
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| He rides without fear of losing
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| Where I see you, you're going to fall
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| When the bell rings
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| Fire
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| In this way I give myself
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| I look for you and I come to you
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| I take it out and hit you
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| Fire
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| Then I'll take it off
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| I already told you, I'm already blind
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| I fight it in your face
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| Fire
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| Death already embraces you
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| It's not daytime but I'm going to light the sun on your face
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| Fire
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| The street is black and red
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| And they're gonna die when the AK guy comes and gets them
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| (No-No-Noriel)
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| Myers, the street is dangerous
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| I turn on the stick and they act like a slender
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| I'm going to serve them death as in a bartender's glass
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| Tell me Judas, you don't go out with me and if you doubt it
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| We're going to turn on the stick and your wife is going to make her a widow
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| Kendo, spend the forty and send them with the AK
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| These people stayed for the nineties with the tapas
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| The short and the long, there are no ranges here
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| The catchamo' in the street are gaga-gagados
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| Normal, tell me what are you going to do
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| I shit on the mother 'the devil like Anuel
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| My corillo is me alone
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| I already bathed the glopeta in gold
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| And we're going to catch it in your face in the name of the wolves
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| Fire
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| In this way I give myself
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| I look for you and I come to you
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| I take it out and hit you
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| Fire
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| Then I'll take it off
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| I already told you, I'm already blind
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| I fight it in your face
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| Fire
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| I put it to your whore
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| On the street, y'all got no respect
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| Fire
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| I'm going to empty all the complete combs
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| If you fantasize me, I'll press the button
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| Uh, I don't believe in promises, I live incomplete
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| Everything that I take, I pack it
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| Go down to the seal, you're going to die if I press the button
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| Hiju 'e whore, I'm not a good guy
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| I pray to Christians, I do not start or start
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| To the one who turns, I straighten him with the fourty
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| Cereso, with no whore I shackle
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| For the luck- amulet and for the bad the magnet
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| Pay attention to what you are going to talk about
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| The tongue always engages the palate
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| With a promise, I became immortal
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| Bastards, there are two hearts, one to wear and another to take me
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| few dare
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| Another false step and you die
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| They want what I have and they can't
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| I am a lethal weapon
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| And my forty is going to burn you
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| Few dare
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| Another false step and you die
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| They want what I have and they can't
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| I am a lethal weapon
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| And my forty is going to burn you
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| Fire
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| In this way I give myself
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| I look for you and I come to you
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| I take it out and hit you
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| Fire
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| Then I'll take it off
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| I already told you, I'm already blind
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| I fight it in your face
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| Fire
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| If I spend a day at night, we turn on your stick
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| And we'll put it in the daytime by sending you...
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| Fire
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| Alqaedas Incorporate
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| My name is Pacho
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| We carry loyalty without ranks
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| The rifle so that you caress it becomes me monkey
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| He tells me, "take me out on the dance floor and I'll make them dance tango
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| And I disappear them like the black chango'»
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| I never sink, I always come out afloat
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| Some say I'm a singer, others say I'm a bichote
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| In the music they suck me, the street they pay me prote
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| And they call to ask for peace even without the war breaking out
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| Piladén JM, killing these little pigs like M did
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| Bodies are crucified and the devil himself fears me
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| It's Pacho, the head of Alqaeda
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| Chain 'of two kilos, the clothes in silk skin
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| I kill you with a pistol if the comb stays halfway
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| Since I was thirteen, I have the de'o loose
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| Don't think that an eye is to aim, bastards, if I'm already one-eyed
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| And those who try to escape, have died
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| Saying goodbye to his family from him inside 'the airport, Ja
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| Fire
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| In this way I give myself
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| I look for you and I come to you
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| I take it out and hit you
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| Fire
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| Then I'll take it off
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| I already told you, I'm already blind
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| I fight it in your face
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| Now it's my turn
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| I entered two, they joined
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| They bought an eighth and uploaded them
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| Almost a month later, they achieved and sold
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| What a trip, they did not want the money to go down
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| And the two thousand profit was spent on tickets
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| It's opiate trachete, don't take a step
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| The mechanic with a tool and I never get grease
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| Frequent, the secrets mumbled
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| But I come from where the tears people cry
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| I walk like Robi with the Draco
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| The forty in the armpit
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| We stick it to your neck, you bastard, so that the daco goes down
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| Rollo, I don't climb, and the reason is that I live the street and the music with the same
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| heart
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| Maca-maca, the ink of my pencil does not attack
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| And I have bars to distribute every time I'm born
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| Antena writes and I tie a chain to my arm and that's why I say everything I've
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| made in my poems
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| oh!
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| Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Super Yei
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| jone quest
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| Bryant Myers
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| Pacho
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| Noriel
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| anonymous
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| kaponi kendo
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| Fire
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| yeah
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| The Alpha and the Omega |