Entre a Cruz o Inferno

歌詞

[Chorus x2: CUTS] Dan-e-o, making it hot like Los Angeles Give me a mic son, burning tracks long before downloading was possible! Welcome to what's best defined as my rhyme show That petrifies guys with intensified flows I testify God set the vibe in my soul So inspect the lines, check for my specialized prose I pose a threat to rappers and the industry at once One side is out of luck, the other side is out to lunch One side don't wanna battle, the other don't wanna budge And sign me, well screw it, to hell with the whole bunch I do this for my people supportin' me from the day Those who got my album and actually had to pay Let me getcha up to date cuz a lot of shit has changed Some of it's mad dope but some of it feels strange Like I'm single now, when in the clubs yo I mingle wild Years ago, living without my lady, couldn't think of how More on that later, cuz I'm actually much stronger Got ideas how to make my rap career longer Slowed it down a bit, plus my hooks are top notch Only ride the sickest beats plus the cuss words I watch Flows are at they best whether smoothed out or hard Still got a lot to say plus I still love God Not a fool, I swallowed my pride and found a job Finished school, then bought a new ride, then turned the knob On the door where opportunity was knockin' I'm rap's eternal cradle, I will never stop rockin' Check it out... [Chorus] For my next stunt, a David Copperfield-like magic trick Make a rapper disappear while I get set to brag a bit But hold a sec, before I go ahead and take a stab at it I have to slap a diss on all you niggaz on some tragic shit It's wack that it's hard to find artists who ain't frauds to me If you ain't on this record it's because you didn't wanna be Ask to do a track and suddenly you stopped with callin' D But that's alright, keep sleepin', it adds to my armory And now to all of the people who throw me pounds When you see me on the street or somewhere around town Tellin' me to freestyle on the spot Respect my space and privacy and if the time is right, then we'll rock But cut that shit out, I'm not 24-hour entertainment Although I'm outstanding like payments from gamblers in Vegas Okay kids, now that I got that off my chest Let me a poke a finger in it, while I talk about the best Where do I start? Oh yeah man, at shows I'm tops I put more people's hands in the air than cops When I rock stages, I belong on a throne I'm like a kid in school on Saturday, in a class of my own You talk a big game, but when I show up to your festival Your poise switches like voice pitches on transsexuals But yo, the best of all is just for spittin' these tunes I make a living like women in delivery rooms Yeah! [Chorus]