Lyrics:
Obregón es Obregón
No se parece a nadie, no
Porque Obregón es Obregón
Y dueño es del señor sol
Obregón es Obregón
Igual que el sol, como él no hay dos
Porque Obregón dueño es del sol
Porque la luna sale en Obregón
En Obregón hay muchas cosas que mirar
Y admirar y en quién creer y en quién confiar
En Obregón hay muchas cosas que aprender
Y qué saber, porque hay verdad
En Obregón hay mucha gente a quién querer
A quién querer y a quién amar
Si en Obregón un día, tú quieres que te den
En Obregón, tú tienes que primero dar
Si a Obregón un día, tú quieres conocer
Entonces tienes que venir a su lugar
Porque Obregón es único
Porque único era el General
Porque Obregón es tan distinto
Porque el General no era igual que los demás
Porque el General era diferente
Porque diferente tenía que ser su gran ciudad
Y nada, pero nada es cómo Obregón
Y esto no tiene ninguna discusión
De dinastía Yaqui, digna de admiración
Etnia muy respetada y de muy buen corazón
Y es que nunca encontrarás algo tan genuino
Ni con la lámpara de Aladino
Cuidad Obregón, lugar sin igual
Único, único como su General
Valiente como un Yaqui, yo vengo de La Riviera
Me devuelvo pa' Obregón, porque aquí está la gozadera
A mí no me sacan de aquí, yo no me quiero ir
Porque sin Obregón yo no quiero vivir
Y que todo el mundo diga "O"
Digan "O"
Una vez más
Digan "Obregón", digan "Obregón"
Once again, say "O", say "O", say "Obregón"
A mí no me sacan de aquí, yo no me quiero ir
Porque sin Obregón yo no quiero vivir
Obregón es Obregón
No se parece a nadie, no
Si acaso sí, será un dragón
Nadie lo va a domesticar
Porque Obregón es único
Porque único era el General
Porque Obregón es tan distinto
Porque el General no era igual que los demás
Porque el General era diferente
Porque diferente tenía que ser su gran ciudad
Obregón es Obregón
No se parece a nadie, no
Porque Obregón es Obregón
Y dueño es del señor sol
Obregón es Obregón
Igual que el sol, como él no hay dos
Porque Obregón dueño es del sol
Porque la luna sale en Obregón
Obregón es Obregón
No se parece a nadie, no
Si acaso sí, será un dragón
Nadie lo va a domesticar
Porque Obregón es Obregón
Aye when you see me, salute me
Like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
And when you see me salute commander
And chief can see I'm the truth
It don't matter whether the streets or the booth.
Granny says, "Bye."
And the snake says, "Sssssssssss"
I love General Patton in World War Two
My Pocket Fisherman and my Crazy Glue
I love the Beav and Wally too, yeah
I love America
I love the bomb, hot dogs and mustard
I love my girl, but I sure don't trust her
I love what the Indians did to Custer
I love America
Here they come!
You can see
You can see (we good)
You can see (matter fact we great)
One, one, one, one, one, one
Two, two, two, two, two
Three, three, three, three, three, three
Four, four, four, four, four, four
Top 5 DOA, niggas know he don't play
I can sell a ki a day, I guess it's in my DNA
Comfortable with being at the top, that's where he gon' stay
Niggas usually stand there and shock when they see the K
I'm the general of the block, I'ma lead the way
Either way you can call me Paul, long as Peter pay
These niggas can fuck around with me?
Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill
Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell
Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell
With 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video
9 milli blow, semi-auto with no serial
Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals
Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck with digital
Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen
My sword got a Jones, more heads for the severing
Johnny in the dungeon, taking all bets, throw ya ones in
Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in
That's word to Damo, San Juan, Puerto Rico
Blowin hydro on a beach wit' Tamiko
My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow
Blowin' the nozzle, hear it whistle
One in the head, this is code red, man for dead
X amount of lead spray from the barrel
Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll
Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit
To make my niggas from East New York flip
Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap
Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY)
You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper
And my phaser off stun (BOBBY)
Y'all might just catch me in the park playin' chess, studyin' math
Signin 7 and a Sun (BOBBY)
But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint
Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY)
Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting
Your socks hangin' out, yours is talkin'
Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy
Sport my old Force MD furs from the 80s
Nat Turners wit' burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Taught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me
Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks
Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots
I'm nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out
Myrtle Beach bikini bitches switchin' with their backs out
Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips
Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips
Alabama split, hammer slay quick
That David Banner gamma ray shit
Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
My powder voice, Snow White sniff
Verbal killas, gorilla grip
God body shit, puff Marley spliffs
You might see me in a 6, that's not my style
You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child
I be in the Benzo, keep a low profile
Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile
Tryna get money, y'all cats wild
I pose for the clothes, make a song like wow
I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game
Live life to the fullest, still want more fame
Darts on layaway, beats on standby
Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime
Run on the track like Jesse Owens
Broke the record flowing without any knowing
That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay
It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ
A athlete wit' his iron cleat in the ground
Wireless nigga who sprint off the gun sound
The best time yet still 7.0
Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow
Blowing kisses off his face
Like flies, like little flies
Blowing like a grouper fish
Floating through the reefs
His card says executive
But it mumbles just a salesman
He's not sure just who you are
But you might be a good connection
Extra executives with a general desire
Extra executives with a general desire
General desire, general desire
He took a course in sales
He's never been the same
A certain way to do things
Respect for expectations
His bank gets a promotion
But his brain gets a vacation
He's looking over your shoulder
At the party for a person
Who will change his life
Reward him somehow
Hey, I'm talking to you
Extra executives with a general desire
Extra executives with a general desire
General desire, general desire
He took a course in sales
He's never been the same
One time
Everything's an exercise
For the extra executive
He's not sure just who you are
But you might be a good connection
Blowing kisses off his face
Like flies, like little flies
Blowing like a grouper fish
Floating through the reefs
Waiting for that special deal in the sky
That he never has to trade in
The telephone call that never comes
The letter's not in the letter box
The handshake that will close the deal
The telegram that will change his life
Extra executives with a general desire
Extra executives with a general desire
General desire, general desire
He took a course in sales
He's never been the same
Nigga my life plush
I lost both of my parents, my nigga life sucks
Us Billy Boys hold toys cause they don't like us
Raw like the nose on a fiend sniffin' that white stuff
Moving with the semi, eggplant pennies
Hoppin' out the Bentley lookin like I just won an Emmy
Never been a sloucher dog, cause I'm an alpha-
Male got that product on sale redeem your voucher
Leader of the gang, I'm Spanky, you Alfalfa
Little Rascals, with no hassle, I will out ya
Sincerely doubt ya, and I will house ya
Posted out in front of your crib just like a scalper
[Chorus]
Every time pick up the mic, I put work down
Cops don't like me cause I live in the murder town
My high school homies sold crack, through songs
You can't get right through the team like two wrongs
Mad criminal minded cream motherfuckers
Type of subliminal rhymes scheme mothafuckers
Can't shake the monkey, life is a bitch
Jake tried to jump me, wifey a snitch
Killa Bees wild like C-74
New York bitch, adolescents at war
Fuck the government, yo they made us this way
You a fagot, listenin' to what that chick say
Escape route, gotta be free like furlough
Fuck hoes, nigga I don't care if the world know
Hardcore, move with or without Clan
Diss me in the cab and they murked your man
I'm a general, don with the crazy hype game
You don't like me, wanna feel my knife game
Killa Hill son, they don't like where I live at
Came from Hollywood so I fight to give back
Real talk, hard jeans and hard dick
Move in and out of state like drugs and garbage
Nigga feel me, or nigga feel that blast
ATF bitch, just guns and cash
[Chorus]
(Killa Hill!)
In K Mart wardrobe
We waltzed across the water
Reading chinese magazines
Analyzing Himmler's dreams
In K Mart wardrobe
In K Mart wardrobe
Latin generals passed for ice-cream men
They combed their hair in two-way mirrors
Mustacioed sales girls carried spears
In K Mart wardrobe
Baby this is love
Discount coupons floated from above
Broiled chickens sang us
Love songs from a skewer
Have you ever been this close
To going down the sewer
In K Mart wardrobe
In K Mart wardrobe
We sifted through the rubble
Sizzling bibles wept in Swahili
That's the way it's gotta be
In K Mart wardrobe
In K Mart wardrobe
We made it to the water's edge
Where the dollar signs turned into stars
And dogs barked black noises at Mars
In K Mart wardrobe
Baby this is love
Discount coupons floated from above
Broiled chickens sang us
Love songs from a skewer
Have you ever been this close
To going down the sewer
In K Mart wardrobe
Clearly they
Are irreconcilable
But the key is to mute them both
A few keys on muting the emotions:
Get paid
(a salary) Most venture capitalists like
Entrepreneurs that are "all in"
Meaning that the entrepreneur has everything
Invested in the company
And will have very little to show for her
Efforts if the company does not
Succeed as part of this
They prefer that the
Founding CEO have a very low salary in
General, this is a good idea
Because the temptation to walk away
When things go poorly is
Intense and total financial commitment helps
One keep his other commitments however
Once the company starts to become a
Company rather than an idea
Then it makes sense to pay the
CEO at market more specifically
Once the company has a business
(as defined above) and becomes
An attractive acquisition target
It makes sense to pay the CEO
So that the decision to keep or sell
The company isn’t a direct response to
The CEO’s personal financial situation
As in: "I don’t think that
We should sell the company
But I live in an 850
Square foot apartment with my
Husband and two kids and
It’s that or divorce"
Be clear with the company One question that
Every start-up CEO gets from her
Employees is: "are you selling the company?"
Why is everything measured in money
Why everything is bought and sold
Why is everything measured in money
Why people are being sold
Why do people think about money
Why everything is bought and sold
Why people measure everything in money
Why
Why
Why
Yes, everyone knows, money is a success indicator
But everyone knows that money is not always an indicator of happiness
But everyone wants a lot of money, considering money to be an indicator of success
But everyone thinks of money as an indicator of happiness
Everyone thinks happiness is measured by money
Everyone thinks that real success should come with a lot of money
Everyone thinks a real professional should make a lot of money
Right, right, right
But at the same time, it is not true
Because everything is measured only with money - this is not true
In general, this is a difficult question - a matter of success and money
In general, this is a confusing question - a matter of happiness and money
Yes, it's nice to
Yes, it's nice to earn a lot of money honestly and be happy at the same time
Yes, the combination of big success and big money is wonderful
The combination of success, money and real happiness is a great blessing of the universe
And
And everyone has the right to dream of success, money and happiness
But at the same time, people should not be sold
Feelings are not for sale
And feelings are not bought
Friendship is not for sale
And friendship is not bought
Relationships are not for sale
Relationships are not bought
In general, life is more than money
Life is more than money
But money is needed, everyone knows
Everybody knows
Why is everything measured in money
Why everything is bought and sold
Why is everything measured in money
Why people are being sold
Why do people think about money
Why everything is bought and sold
Why people measure everything in money
Why
Why
Why
Why is everything measured in money
Why everything is bought and sold
Why is everything measured in money
Why people are being sold
Why do people think about money
Why everything is bought and sold
Why people measure everything in money
Why
Why
Why
Les histoires d’amour finissent sales en général
Woohoo
Les histoires d’amour finissent sales en général
Woohoo
Blow up their workers if they have to
Señoritas, fucking up a storm buying Gods margaritas
Sucking his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son cause he shine like one
Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds
I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver lining
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus
Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones
And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems
The overfiend, light nova beam green, show 'em what soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it
The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happy Millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
Goes up your adrenalin, son, it's time for bouting
It's a model you're resembling the niggas who like following
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and
God stepping forth upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master
For what lurks, is an expert that hurts
The individual who tries to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by the killer tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks my
Clan is hostile and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfucking dome-piece
Deceased, laid to rest
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one
Yo, ayo, I got to serve them my way, move give me room
Holding up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath
Soley on Wu cords you heard Genius on Gef
So step back to the lab at high velocity
My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy
Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellers become novels
The man rocking head bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's British Walkers, playboys, mocks and shams
The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off with eight million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions
Them flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid
There's jet money, underground money
Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies
Cosa, Cosa
Come on
Demande le moi
Tu sais ce que t'attends de moi dans l'intimité
T'es jamais la même dans le noir
De nous deux, ça reste toi la plus sombre
Meko okangama
Monoko eko zanga maloba
Bongisa to sangana
Oko zanga nayo maloba
Comme un homme
Comme un homme
Comme un animal sale, sale
Dur à dompter hmm, comme un général
Kati na ye naza ko kamba
Nga nde, commandante
Commandante
Commandante
Commandant
Fais-moi juste un signe, dis-moi, dis-moi quand
Je t'ai entre mes mains, tu me vas comme un gant
Je vais te faire ça comme personne avant, comme personne avant
Tika na kumbela
Pembeni fanda na kumbela
Zala to wumela
Ko zonga na sima nako zonga te
Meko okangama
Monoko eko zanga maloba
Bongisa to sangana
Oko zanga nayo maloba
Comme un homme
Comme un homme
Comme un animal sale, sale
Dur à dompter hmm, comme un général
Kati na ye naza ko kamba
Nga nde, commandante
Commandante
Commandante
Comme un homme
Comme un homme
Comme un animal sale, sale
Dur à dompter hmm, comme un général
Kati na ye naza ko kamba
Nga nde, commandante
Commandante
Commandante
Commandante
Blow up their workers if they have to
Señoritas, fucking up a storm buying Gods margaritas
Sucking his dick, up in the whip long
Designed for rhyme crime, nigga, jail time jiggas
Them niggas up in hype Vigors lighting niggas
Silks Wally wear Figaro chain, yeah
Jakes beware of black rap millionaires
Rock Airs, leather goose, bears blowing this year
1-800-GAMBINO niggas, yeah
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son cause he shine like one
Solid gold crown is shining, we're blinding like some diamonds
I'm reclining in the sky on a cloud with silver lining
Double breasted, bullet proof vested, well protected
The heart, the rib cage, the chest and solar plexus
Casting stones, cracking two-hundred and six bones
And watch your ass get blown to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you approach it with them poems
The overfiend, light nova beam green, show 'em what soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial wizard or is it
The RZArector come to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black general
Licking shots at Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happy Millennium two thousand microchips two shots of penicillin
Goes up your adrenalin, son, it's time for bouting
It's a model you're resembling the niggas who like following
Trapped inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle and
God stepping forth upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to bite down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't deny the fact that I'm the master
For what lurks, is an expert that hurts
The individual who tries to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by the killer tactics
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my vicinity
Is three hundred and sixty degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and Glocks my
Clan is hostile and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfucking dome-piece
Deceased, laid to rest
Who come to get you, none, they want guns
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one
Yo, ayo, I got to serve them my way, move give me room
Holding up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf out of breath
Soley on Wu cords you heard Genius on Gef
So step back to the lab at high velocity
My team make hand-to-hand sales, we're like a pharmacy
Fuck Geraldo, Pablo's plan bro is Bravo
Goodfellas we know, best sellers become novels
The man rocking head bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's British Walkers, playboys, mocks and shams
The laser beam vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me snatch ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off with eight million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in royal pavilions
Them flower heads must have been stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggas get caught with all that loot, kid
There's jet money, underground money
Submarines and rings, too bad you fucked up, dummies
Cosa, Cosa
Come on
Pero, pero, pero, pero
Que lo que está hablando yo dije
Que el general no puede controlar
Y soy controlar están herrado!
So escucha now! Ven now!
Digo que, quien quiere que cante?
Run back ah poli-who? General di lick wah?
Me still ah win cah nuff sell out deh 'bout 'ya
People ah suffer and ah deh so ah yuh domain
Realest pain, fake pain relief, cocaine
Heroin, alcohol, tobacco, tomorrow
Stress again, crime rise, death again
Ah me dweet?
Follow the Captain
But no cows on the train please
Chimmi changa and a general beer
Chimmi changa and a general beer
Camping out on the lake road tonight
Maybe we should move the tent
Chimmi changa and a general beer
Scribble Nauts and a big ol butts on my intendo 3ds
Its on sale for 99 dollars at the moment
Where were you when our friends became vegan?
There's a little white note on a gate by the road
That a man put up yesterday
And when we saw it we all ran out
Just to see what it had to say
And when we read it our eyes filled with tears
And they fell to the cold hard clay
Something 'bout a mortgage
Something 'bout foreclosure
Something 'bout failing to pay
Oh, and on the post by the general store
They've put up a little sign
An auction sale, day after tomorrow
At the end of the Lincoln Line
Thirty years of farming
Thirty years of heartache
Thirty years of day to day
Oh, my Daddy stopped talking
The day the farm was auctioned
There was nothing left to say
Oh, my mama's tears fell freely down
As she walked amongst the flowers in the yard
And every number the auctioneer called
Was like a blow to her precious heart
And every number the auctioneer called
Meant another thing was sold that day
'Til everything was auctioned
And we stood there watching
As they loaded it and drove it away
Oh, and on the post by the general store
They've put up a little sign
An auction sale, day after tomorrow
At the end of the Lincoln Line
Thirty years of farming
Thirty years of heartache
Thirty years of day to day
Oh, my daddy stopped talking
The day the farm was auctioned
There was nothing left to say
At the day's first dawning
We awoke this morning
There was nothing for us to do
Nothing in the granary
No hay in the mow
No cattle, no tractor, no tools
So we loaded up the car
With the clothes that we wore
And the few things we managed to save
Mama read from The Book
We took one last look
And then we drove away
Oh, and on the post by the general store
They've put up a little sign
An auction sale day after tomorrow
At the end of the Lincoln Line
Thirty years of farming
Thirty years of heartache
Thirty years of day to day
Oh, my Daddy stopped talking
The day the farm was auctioned
There was nothing left to say
Oh, my daddy stopped talking
The day the farm was auctioned
There was nothing left to say
Killa Sound Bwoy dalla culla al camposanto
Salute di general, di irieginal, di Kento Banton
C’è chi dice “cambio”… e cambia col telecomando!
Salute di general, di irieginal, di Kento Banton
Badda dan dem, me ah go ruffa dan dem
se passava Burru Banton dalle casse alla jam
faccio più impressione di Renoir e Monet
nome Kento, stili 100, Reggio suona con me
senti questa traccia e dici: minchia se la leva
quando ha il micro in mano sai che non glielo si leva
calabrese fiero, mando un bacio a Turi e Leva
tu ti attacchi al cazzo ‘mpare, prova a fare leva
se entra il veterano sono calci al deretano
che tu manco tetherando c'entri in questa rete è chiaro
come un giamaicano fin da quando ho preso in mano
un vecchio disco e sopra ho visto c'era scritto "Survival"
Wise up, you better wise up
sale in fretta questa febbre, mette insieme reggae e rap
Wise up wise up, nobody size up
roots ‘n culture sulla traccia vibra, stile e realtà.
CAPITÁN O GENERAL
La loba con piel de cordera
y con gafas de modernilla
va envuelta con una bandera
que apesta un huevo a naftalina
Y con su lengua viperina
dice lo que quieres oír,
lo mezcla con siete mentiras
A ver cómo sales de ahí
Y para comenzar la fiesta
va y nos receta un capitán
Se ve que le daba vergüenza
proponer un general
Esto ya nos lo conocemos
No nos dejemos engañar
por estas nieblas y estos ecos
aupados por viralidad
Las viejas manipulaciones,
la demagogia del montón
abonan en nuestros rincones
mala hierba sin pudor
No os engañéis esto es un cáncer,
la vieja historia una vez más
a punto ya de prepararse
para metastatizar
Vampiros de nuestras dobleces,
monstruos de la necesidad,
a nuestro pueblo tantas veces
parasitan sin piedad
Y para comenzar la fiesta
van recetando un capitán
Se ve que les daba vergüenza
proponer un general
proponer un general
proponer un generalísimo
I heard you got the streets back, captain
Yup, all niggaz is dead, unless they team clappin' something
He felt the generals plans, recognize, we going all out
I might throw three in his man
Had the slick look, looking all Cubaned up
Don't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss swish you up, what?
Arrête ton cinéma girl
Entre nous pas de jeu d'acteur
Serais-tu folle pour m'aimer moi
Elle m'a dit que j'étais péni-pénible
C'qui nous arrive je l'avais prédit, prédit girl
J'vais finir par les effacer à chaque essai je marque un point gang shit
Si j'ai la moula maman est ravie
Pas sentiments le cœur vide
Vite fais ce que te dis
Pars avec toi je veux pas partager ma vie
Plus de Khalis on est heureux
J'traine avec des mecs aux sangs chaud kho c'est pas des peureux
J'te fume je m'évapore
J'te fume je m'évapore
Belle bitch en bas résilles
Son boule me rend taré fils
L'incarnation du maléfice
De son corps je tire les ficelles
J'bombarde je vais vite
J'lui fais du sale comme à un MC
Encore une fois le V sous Hennessy
Digital mundo je vois la vie en pixel
Funérailles
C'est l'heure des funérailles
L'humain est vulnérable
Cœur triste en général
Funérailles
C'est l'heure des funérailles
L'humain est vulnérable
Cœur triste en général
Funérailles
C'est l'heure des funérailles
L'humain est vulnérable
Cœur triste en général
Funérailles
C'est l'heure des funérailles
L'humain est vulnérable
Cœur triste en général
Belle bitch en bas résilles
Son boule me rend taré fils
L'incarnation du maléfice
De son corps je tire les ficelles
J'bombarde je vais vite
J'lui fais du sale comme à un MC
Encore une fois le V sous Hennessy
Digital mundo je vois la vie en pixel
Wow, wow
Un frère est mort donc on boit à sa santé
La daron pendant des années s'est absenté
Heureusement j'ai grandi appris à pardonner
J'oublie tout dans l'appart kho je crame un doré
Je vois rouge comme toréador
CK à la cam que les tarés adorent
Blackeden à la cam que des peclis hardcore
On fait valser des corps
C'est réel pas de décor
Y commettent des bavures en plus ont les décors
J'parle pas avec ces putes sinon ça va m'apporter beaucoup trop d'ennuis
Je fais beleck à ma réput je fais beleck aux gens car ya trop de faux sourires
Les potos prennent des peines
Ça grail que des pennes Fleury ou à Fresne
Y a que le shit pour les aider
J'sais qui ont le seum y voudrait me voir freiner
J'vais te laisser si t'essayes encore de me blesser
Décédé trop de pécher
Décide de me stopper enfoiré
Ton corps va finir dans forêt
Ton corps va finir dans forêt
Funérailles
C'est l'heure des funérailles
L'humain est vulnérable
Cœur triste en général
Funérailles
C'est l'heure des funérailles
L'humain est vulnérable
Cœur triste en général
Funérailles
C'est l'heure des funérailles
L'humain est vulnérable
Cœur triste en général
Funérailles
C'est l'heure des funérailles
L'humain est vulnérable
Cœur triste en général
Belle bitch en bas résilles
Son boule me rend taré fils
L'incarnation du maléfice
De son corps je tire les ficelles
J'bombarde je vais vite
J'lui fais du sale comme à un MC
Encore une fois le V sous Hennessy
Digital mundo je vois la vie en pixel
Sale el sol por la general paz, los bodis llenos se van y se van.
Che, loco paso un día más y el sol se esconde allá en lujan.
I like to play it cool like I'm not that
On the low who'd assume that I got that
I don't know but the dude with the tall frap
Looking all aloof, being all that
Even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that
I don't even sweat it tho
Baby had some tinnerz and my credit low
But the shit will hit em quicker then an edible
I'm bout to run for Senate ho
You won't even centerfold
Then on top of cheese I'm ain't talking about oregano
I'm talkin' about yo cheddar homie
I hit a college and I'm fucked like I'm pledging a frat
They bout to silhouette up my nuts on american flags
Estoy contento, muy estupendo
Everybody know the cat like a dope meme
I got em buzzin' on the crack like a dope fiend
They saw em' come up with a Mac ya I'm so Steve
Now a days bitches tryin' crack got em od-ing
How them hoes wanna get it with L
They know its cold enough to charge like a letterman sale
If they gonna stand behind the bars I'm in federal jail
I'm goin' far like a general male
Sway I got the fellas sayin what up
The tape what up
Same muhfucka playing with the steak cut up
I'm great shut up
The flow ain't no debate, just us
I'm out of shape, but I'm straight to fuck
You know I got a chicken in the condo
I'm was sick of getting off beat she a bongo
She playing with the hard D, Rondo
Go inside her all sweet like a Strongbow
How imma do?
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