| Staff
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| I always take everything personally
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| Everyone knows my history
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| Pa' where to fantasize
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| And we walk with the bow of the AK
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| And we can give you guayaca
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| If we sound the plate plate
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| Pick up in bales why am I a
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| Criminal
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| The one who moves the pedals
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| In neighborhoods and residential
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| Why am I a, criminal
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| Mighty on my island
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| He who doesn't get up early never legislates
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| I'm still a, criminal
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| And don't fall asleep my corduroy
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| Because from night to morning
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| We caught you and, criminal
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| We erased you from the script
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| I advise you to keep still
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| take care of my corduroy
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| I have seen fish drown in the river
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| Dodging the heat swimming for the cold
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| They eat the street and get off at the detour
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| He did not trust me, they seal me to the void
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| Sit
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| And ask a falling star to come and lift you up
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| And there goes your wish on the way to crash
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| Downcast baby, nobody fears you
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| We cut it before you get gangrene
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| Then what the forty demolishes them
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| You will not find a contractor to remodel you
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| Contractor let the ground level you
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| I'm lucky and with you they're going to give me the papers
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| Criminal
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| The one who moves the pedals
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| In neighborhoods and residential
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| Why am I a, criminal
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| Mighty on my island
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| He who doesn't get up early never legislates
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| I'm still a, criminal
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| And don't fall asleep my corduroy
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| Because from night to morning
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| We caught you and, criminal
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| We erased you from the script
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| I advise you to keep still
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| criminal of criminals
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| Be careful, don't signal me
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| To talk to me you have to use the channels
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| Without a sign, it's not the same to smell the firewood
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| That in person see how I get the brunette
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| And I turn it on, you in your bed sleeping
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| Me outside your house, waiting for you with Kendo
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| The 9 with the chips, writing in a beat
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| The Mercedes five and a half with all the body kits
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| I have class, base and foundation
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| I feel that you are going down the cement
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| Wherever you place your saints predict you
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| Pray that the 9 got stuck like in the chew
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| And ploko ploko, they have seen how I place them
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| You mention my name, and we give you until the gnoco
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| I hitman, in Humacao you don't underestimate
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| The best in the world are coming
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| Criminal
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| The one who moves the pedals
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| In neighborhoods and residential
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| Why am I a, criminal
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| Mighty on my island
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| He who doesn't get up early never legislates
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| I'm still a, criminal
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| And don't fall asleep my corduroy
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| Because from night to morning
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| We caught you and, criminal
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| We erased you from the script
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| I advise you to keep still
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, my nigga Kendo
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| Kendo Kaponi, Cosculluela el Princi
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| The best of the mutha fuckin' globe
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| And when they see us passing by
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| It's not authority, it's superiority
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| Superiority, Super Yei, Jone Quest
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| The Cere, blo blo blo blo
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| The Mueka and The Prince
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| Musicologist and Menes, Kendo Edition
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| Neo Nazza
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| For your convenience guys
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| Don't downshift leave the vehicle in neutral
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| We are the best in the world
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| The planet bows, in front of superior beings |