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 |