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Estás escribiendo otra vez, habiéndolo prometido ¿Por qué debes que escribir? Las voces no puedo acallarlas, vienen a mí Cuando duermo, cuando despierto Cuando me alimento, cuando camino por el salón Las dulces añoranzas de una doncella Las crecientes ambiciones de un cortesano Los viles propósitos de un asesino Las desdichadas súplicas de sus víctimas Sólo cuando plasmo sus palabras, sus voces en el pergamino Se sueltan, se liberan Sólo entonces mi mente se queda en silencio En paz Plouă, afară e frig Şi totul s-a sfârşit De când m-ai părăsit (El lenguaje de las Metáforas) Iar plouă afară e frig Şi totul s-a sfârşit De când m-ai părăsit Yo Abro este disco como quien abre los mares Conectando mi universo a la paz de vuestros hogares Versos mortales, gigantes como glaciares Lunas creciente en vacíos existenciales Viajes estelares sin salir de mi cuarto El tiempo se congela incluso en tu reloj de cuarzo Tan sólo alcanzo el más allá de lo que vemos Somos la arena que se escapa entre los dedos Tengo mis miedos aunque nunca los digo Pero me siento un superhéroe frente al folio cuando escribo Las musas se inspiran conmigo, desnudan mi ser Llenan de luz la mayoría de mis días grises Soy el rayo de Ulises, la mano que reparte el pan El caos es bello, tan sólo hay que organizarlo La calma dentro del ojo del huracán Me arranco el corazón para poder acariciarlo Plouă, afară e frig Şi totul s-a sfârşit De când m-ai părăsit (El lenguaje de las Metáforas) Iar plouă afară e frig Şi totul s-a sfârşit De când m-ai părăsit (El lenguaje de las Metáforas) Versos fecundan en probetas Vivencias derramadas en la faz de mis libretas Escribo lo que está por venir igual que un profeta Es pesado llevar las riendas de este cometa La soledad del poeta que acompaña a quien le escucha Los trazos que imagino, dibujar en la mampara El paso por meta; nunca abandono en plena lucha Los lazos que nos unen cuando el cosmos nos ampara Y froté la lámpara y abracé a la semántica Mi corazón de asfalto perdido en la urbe selvática Tras esta red metálica por ser tu presa Mis poesías te acarician por debajo de la mesa Canciones que no cesan, relato mis días más crueles Vosotros sois el brillo de mis ojos tristes La vida es así, que no te digan que no puedes Naces, creces, descubres el Hip-Hop y mueres Plouă, afară e frig Şi totul s-a sfârşit De când m-ai părăsit (El lenguaje de las Metáforas) Iar plouă afară e frig Şi totul s-a sfârşit

Too many thoughts on my mind I can't sleep at night So I just keep writing I don't need no help I don't need opinions So don't waste my time then I just been livin' online My city don't show me no love and that's fine Fuck local radio stations I got more plays Than all of these rappers combined I'm goin', I'm goin' again, I been goin' in I'm fed up with so many things I gotta just let it all out I'm talkin' about The shit they been talkin' about Tellin me I should do this Tellin me I should do that Tellin me tellin' me things about rap Talkin the truth and then stabbin' my back They won't knock me off track no, no Too many things have been building Been hard to deal with, I just been drinking Remember my moves in the past I'm wondering what was I thinkin' Lately I'm livin' in fear Wondering what if the end is so near All of the shit goin' on The shootings are strong One shot to the head and I'm gone I'm losing control but I can't let it go Cuz I'm tryna get more, and I been in the moment I been in the zone, and I'm moving alone I don't pick up the phone, when my family call I've been doin' it wrong and I don't know what's happenin' Tryna get what I just been imaginin' Gettin' close and I just been examining All of the fake shit the game has been packagin' I been keepin' real I been doin' what I feel I been out here tryna kill Every beat I know I will Everything I'm working on Every night another song They been quiet all along They gon' notice when I'm gone I come from a town Where most of the people Are so closed minded They goin' to school And they workin' a job But they don't even like it I won't be put in a box Nobody tellin' me what I should rock Nobody tellin' what I should drop Cuz I do what I want and just know I don't stop Recordin' till 4 morning they snoring I'm pouring my soul into every story I'm writing, producing, I mix it and master I'm building my craft And I'm not lookin' back I been goin' doin' things I wanna do when I want to Everybody wanna get a win But they not due Everybody wanna copy you But they not you Everybody wanna be cool But they not new Woah Look how I go Gon' be a dentist I still got the flow Never gon' lose cuz I'm still doin' both Never gon' lose cuz I been on a roll Come to ya state and I'm killin' the show Know that I'm young and I still gotta grow Know that I'm workin' the most No I'm never gon' choke And I'm lookin' back down on the people below I been keepin' real I been doin' what I feel I been out here tryna kill Every beat I know I will Everything I'm working on Every night another song They been quiet all along They gon' notice when I'm gone

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Let's get it on! We don't give a what what! We don't give a what what! (Shitttt) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Once again it's the Dark-Man, nigga Hit or spark a nigga Break apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress, so unless You're wanting to bless to the chest These slugs from his liver rest, REST! Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga DUMB SEX, motherfucker feeding dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, 'cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? Fuck it, find out the hard way A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem I dissolve them I'm like salt, lock it up hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down Niggaz like you, need to get busted, you fucking clown I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught 'cause I creeps NIGGA! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor I'm at the crossroads, I look but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play that low for what I did the other day? They on their way to float, got me striking this random I can't stand 'em, fake ass niggaz wanting to be the Phantom Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz grom the saw with the chain to your brain Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon' die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit? 'Cause when you look in my face, you see that hard shit! 'Cause I done been to hell and back, I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga, leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real, just to show proof I hit the G.W.B., and blow the whole roof Off the toll booth, bitch ass nigga! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke him I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud, and let his blood choke him Up north, niggaz get the pick stuck up in em And in the streets, bitches get the dick stuck up in em My M.O. is man-slaughter, kid 'Cause, on the reals, I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, 'cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide, but they want me on the Murder One But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light and then come out at night To make moves again stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to hell, 'cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life, I been the Devil's advocate Now, niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw You'll know why I'll split your motherfucking brains for! Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (C'MON!) Now you can ride to this motherfucker (Uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (Uh) Freak to this motherfucker Let's get it on! Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it, get it on the floor Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' You wanna start something, it's gon' be somethin' Yo yo c'mon!

21 I feel like the motherfuckin' Grim Reaper The biggest smoke blower Put a motherfuckin' chimney on my stick Brand new MAK-90 with the drum attached (drum) You a shit talker, we got drums for that (on God) Tryna fist fight? Boy, you dumb for that (stupid) You gon' get a bullet in yo' lung for that (stupid) Draco get to kickin' like Liu Kang (21) F&N on me in the Mulsanne (straight up, straight up) Glock 19 and a blue flame (straight up, straight up) I was strapped when I slid inside your boo thang (on God) 21 immortal, we'll never die (21) Loyal to my brothers (yeah), I'll never lie (on God) Call me bird dog 'cause I cheat, and I'm fly (straight up) And I love winnin', I'm upset if it's a tie (on God) Get you off the ground just to knock you to the floor (yeah) Let's go blow for blow (yeah), let's go toe to toe (straight up) When it's time to battle, they don't never ever show (21) When it's time to battle, I'm the first one at the door (21) At the door with a Draco Don't nobody move, I don't wanna have to blow Rappin' ass niggas get spinned at they show That's why I need some help, I got a fetish for the smoke It get fatal in the bottom, used to rumble in the den (21) Hit him with a combo, gotta finish him (21) AK make you frown since you think you wanna grin (straight up) Seems like all the models just be fallin' in my DMs (yeah) Coolant on the TEC, it get hot like scorpion (hot) I'll burn his ass, lil' buster You thought it was straight, I got some chemicals in this magazine I'll perm his ass (wonk ass nigga) Wanna be a gangsta, but he misguided (bitch) I'll learn his ass (on God, nigga) He went against me, and they call 911 (21) They had to infirm' his ass (you gon' be next, nigga) "How many talks you done got popped?" Whole bunch "How many times you ran from the smoke?" Nigga, not once Eastside nigga fuckin' all the hoes, and I love guns Ain't no fucking diamonds in my mouth, nigga, these gold fronts And we known to handle all the business, nigga, ASAP Had her at the slaughterhouse, how the fuck you cake that? Ain't no body shots, nigga, you know I told him face that Now he in the ocean, heard they hit him in his wave cap You took your shot, and you missed it (21) I just beat it up, and you kissed it (ugh) Took the rap game, and I milked it (yeah) Took the rap beef, and I killed it Neck on froze like sub-zero, dawg (straight up) He wifed a thot, he a hero, dawg (straight up) All I care about is my dinero, dawg (on God) Only thing I'm chasing is dineros, dawg (straight up) Dread-headed killer like Cyrax (21) Brought a gun to a fist fight like Jax Nah, fuck that, only thing scare me is a rat (snitch) Slaughter Gang, pick your poison, dagger or the axe (straight up) Stand-up guy, they respect my mind (on God) If you foul out, get a TEC, my nine (straight up) If you ain't a hunnid, don't text my line (lil' bitch) If you know you hatin', don't check my life (snitch) You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal Ain't nothin' changed, I'll slaughter your daughter She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter I had a threesome, then I flushed a rubber down the toilet She tried to give me head, it was boring Codeine got a nigga snoring I wonder if she woulda slept with the poor me Savage keep a Draco in his corn beef Choppa cut you up like Kitana (ching, ching) My choppa in the band, it's a drummer (drum roll) Russell Westbrook, I was strikin' like the Thunder (woah, woah) You was somewhere runnin' 'round whinin' to your momma (21) Y'all play conservative, we gon' send a blick (straight up) I'm the type to catch a TEC foul, hit him in his shit (on God) He think he a made man, hit him in the head (pussy) Don't you try to run now, hit him in the leg (braa!) People wanna say the stuff I say, but they be scared (pussy) Jab turn a lightskin pretty boy red (21) It's a fatality if you try to handle me (yeah) Real top shotta, don't you ever try to ramp with me (on God) Got enough bullets that could kill your whole camp with me (grra) I was bad as hell in school, they even tried to cancel me (21) I don't like to talk, don't you even try to tongue-wrestle (on God) And my block good, you'll never get the best of me (straight up) You know I'm Slaughter Gang so the smoke is immortal Ain't nothin' changed, I'll slaughter your daughter She said she was a dime, but her friend was a quarter I had a threesome, then I flushed a rubber down the toilet She tried to give me head, it was boring Codeine got a nigga snoring I wonder if she woulda slept with the poor me Savage keep a Draco in his corn beef

Keeping it G ain't nuttin, You ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it You ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public I got The whole block bumpin You ain't gotta like it cause The hood gone love it You ain't gotta like it cause The hood gone love it Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public Na na na na now now you know what This is Tell em it's a celebration bitches With the Barbeque pits and the mini-bikes Mini-skirts, Hennessys, and the Miller Lights Domino tables, Who got big 6? Where I'm from we do concrete backflips Flip flop flip flop flip flop back To the ghetto's Where I bring hip hop back Real niggas love me, They tell me keep it pushin The only niggas be for Waste out of central bullets County jails and the lock Downs up north Said I should have it if Scarface pass The torch that's how they feel Jack, Built much more than rap This that project haircut In the culdesac This is where ho's ain't front you Them boulders at Meet your quota whenever I put a quote on a track From Compton to Baltimore I'mma kill it I buy a morgue in a minute The public House, the plastic couch of a section 8 tenant The Regal window is tinted The air conditioner broke but I'm cool enough to ensure you my ride is an Eskimo, Huh? And I peel off in the midst of getting my clothes Off And I thrive off energies from the inner cities That we lost, huh? I'm putting the ghetto on top of My back And I live in the back of the jungle Lions, Tigers, bears, oh my Hear the siren, Walk up, (*gunshot* *gunshot*) drive by Shooters, Looters, federal fed intruders The engines on back Of scooters The real can recognize real and we need To know just who you are You are in the presence of Many presents Kendrick the gift for the future oh yeah I said it Thug life, good kid mad city mad respect Representin the hood right The home girls tells me I'm the Shit I break them off so they can buy some outfits I buy them sons a pack Oof peppers, some new joints Give em the game, School em on what's really important It's how I was Raised, the og's had me 13 fresh off the porch, Slangin' cabby But I'm wiser now, Show all my young niggers There's other ways you get Them dollars and funds niggas Coming down in an old School, co cool Whip like a 5 bar call it so cool You Don't know the tribulations that we go through Put Your ears to the speakers I'mma show you I paint the Picture so perfect In my cd you see Mona Lisa in person Courtesy of a hunnit beat Got my crips and esse's at arm reach, 1 1

Wake up in the morning, grab my trees and I get to it Young nigga, I do my own thing so let me do it If you wanna know a thing about me, I'm 'bout my paper Fuck a bitch, soon as my iPhone ring I see you later Hop on in the Chevy, grab my keys and then I'm outtie First thing, If it's 'bout that cheese, then I'm about it I be stacking up, got no time for niggas hating Low we backing up, keep that clean and watch some Daytons Cruising down the street, hear my car before it's coming Fuck the police, windows down, I'm smoking something And my bitch bad, she gon' ride If shit get crazy Goons masked up, they gon' slide you try to play me Since a young nigga, kept that pack up in the telly Since a young nigga, been had tats like Makaveli Shoot for fun nigga My niggas bust, you better run nigga King of fucking everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna When I touch down, have that pack, you fucking with me Fuck the bitch once, she talkin' about she love with me Let her smoke weed, drink champagne, do drugs with me We go out of town, dinner at TAO, do clubs with me What you niggas think, got more bank than and more ranks Smoking weed with some bitches in the club who don't drink Talkin' about they get money, they got expensive taste So I put it in her mouth and sent 'em both on their way I'll be there for one night, don't give a fuck if I stay Spent a couple hundred thousand in a couple of days Smoke a pound in my suite and then come up with a plate Bitch came over to my crib and had a comfortable stay She feeling my car, she feeling my chain She think I'm a star, I'm feeling the same I take her abroad, I fuck her insane I'm switching up broads, I'm killing the game Long range King of fucking everything Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Young rich nigga, smoking weed when I wanna