Key: C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
the legend,
the bad spirit invading the lands of heaven,
clenching my hands on weapons.
On the top of the building,
watch the neighborhood,
with workers getting beams
to knock off the paper goods.
Bring down property value,
it's deadly for kids to run and play
Trigger aiming, just gun and spray,
I'll give you a hit of ignorant spit
Kick off a militant clip
You can take the spit out the ghetto,
but can't take the ghetto out the spit
Metal, you click the pedal down the strip
talk porno slang
Just a bunch of buthas,
and her porno gang
She got on some Regans,
climbing from the very bottom
And gets you shot up in the obituary card
This position is that of a black cat
You cross me, I bust your back
It's like that, sneak attack,
I'm a pretender
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Claiming the throne,
ain't a fan of the culture
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Leave it alone, they go rockin'
We go cockin' and boycottin'
It's gotta be like that, it's so rotten
First the dead come,
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then bomb like Napalm
I go neck -dive, it's a mezcla,
a whole day, my man
Then it's bye -bye love,
no airplay, that's insane
This L .A. with a palm tree swing
Doin' a damn good job so we
don't break through
That Latino that you love to hate
But emulated worldwide, never duplicated
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I'm too fly, never do we bow down
We ain't clone,
keep it raw to the flesh bone
Six million, see,
that's what I'm gunnin' for
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I spit rounds with sick beats and metaphors
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So hold it down now I've been known
to rap this microphone
And make em shake ass
without the reggaeton
Still smokin' like a Lucy Black
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It's that cat with the revolutionary knack
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Half black, half Mexican
It's like that, in fact,
it ain't the ink in my flesh
or the Aztec tax
But the pride that I feel in my chest,
homeboy
Fished up in the sky till I die, homeboy
My disposition is that of a black cat
You cross me, I brush you back
It's like that, sneak attack,
I'm pretendin'
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Claiming the throne,
ain't a fan of the culture
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Leave it alone, they roadblockin'
We go cockin' and boycottin'
It's gotta be like that, it's so rotten
First the dead come,
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then bomb like Napalm
sneak attack on pretender
phantom fan of the culture
We go cock it and boycott it
It's gotta be like that, it's so rotten
First the dead come,
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Like onecta, esta mezcla perfecta
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