I enter the track, I don't even blink, and the beat in spark mode
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I never let fire in sight but in the Hood there are those who do
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It dawns on you and your partner
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K.O. |
hasta la vista while they scream take djá
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And if you judge the sound by the beat, take the punchline
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Accustomed to dropping puts in the middle of the nine's van
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24 hours a day on my grind
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A dumb ass and I'm ready for the crime
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Your chavala's syrup here in the neighborhood is a buffet
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And looking for her loyalty, everything says where is it
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He says that life is fucked up, always in dispute
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But when she talks everything says: say whore
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Knock clap |
it's just neurons already in use
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Already with little screw diagnosed in full CT scan
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Knock clap |
because respect is beautiful
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And in case of conflict it even gives you a piripaque
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As much as you want
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That I lose my attitude
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Who walks slowly is in a hurry
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Along the way since youth in the hood
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I escaped from the tunnel with Chapo listening to Lucía Rei Paco
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Just with a slingshot in my bag, I became a beats assassin
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Don't eat my shard because even if the police limp
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My throat is mutant. |
you are going back to the closet |
This is ninja rap. |
with nostalgia for what I didn't see
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Locked in that jail watching the street through a crack
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This is ninja rap... I only watched the cage but the industry became cuarra
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And it's all about whether the pinch
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«It's Clean, who are you talking to? |
I'm calm
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It's clean, real: everyone knows I don't hesitate
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It's Clean, hot babes: they all know the style
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It's clean, it's clean, it's more than clean»
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But 'Who are you talking to? |
(Who?) Boy you pluck
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And if I leave, nobody erases the tracks, nobody stands
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Nobody pays the expenses, with what I drag nobody dances
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Keep your pasture and I spread more hope
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'You're scared cousin, lock the latch, I say I do all in
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(Are you heavy?) is needless until you hear the (ding-ding)
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Inside the ring, there is no place for pussy, only Al Pacino
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And on this street, there's only room for one Uzzy, you're filthy
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I make music, you're for the tusa and the rap craze
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Rap is not dreds or fashions, you don't understand
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You give it to phat, fag, spin the check, pay the track
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A lot of loud talking ends up on the asphalt, just dolls
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Test, check. |
life goes up and down |
Think carefully about life and everything you've ever done
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I'm watching chash. |
to always keep fresh
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Reporting everything I feel, I paint what you only wanted
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They already know the style (x4)
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«It's Clean, who are you talking to? |
I'm calm
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It's clean, real: everyone knows I don't hesitate
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It's Clean, hot babes: they all know the style
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It's clean, it's clean, it's more than clean»
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«It's Clean and you know it's Clean bro
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It's Clean and you know it's Clean bro
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It's Clean and you know it's Clean bro
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And tell everyone that you know you're clean bro» (x2) |