Killa Hill Niggas

Esto no me gusta, aquí la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda, aquí
 Yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca, y to' mundo aquí, me sirve a mi o va
 Pa'l carajo, oye, revolución compadre!
 In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest?
 MC's in the game runnin' for the status
 Take a few seconds to review the crews
 Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you
 Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream
 Cookin' up a scheme for all them big bank figures
 The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
 Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is
 Number one mission, opposition
 Get thrown sent home in dead position
 In the casket, best wishes
 At the bottom of the lake, sleeping with the fishes
 Full out search for the body
 Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party
 No wins, no ends, no way
 That I'm ever gonna let you come back again!
 Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered
 Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
 Peep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense
 Power-U niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans
 What you seekin', son I catch cream like Dominicans
 Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin', wild as Indians
 Tomahawk, Shaolin slang, the violent talk
 Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports
 What you thought?
 Y ya esta dicho
 Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir
 Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me
 Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta', oye, hijo e' puta
 Quiero quemarte la cara
 Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant
 I'm takin' these cannabis plants yo for grant'
 Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon
 From a dune in the desert, mega-Babylon pleasure
 Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma
 Warrior nomad put you in a coma
 Comma, llama, smash-crashin' your armor
 Drama, I'm a stealth aircraft bomber
 Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell
 It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals
 And if not yo, credentials are essential
 I see reality, few things surrounding me
 Free like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric
 Not fronting or bragging, hundred percent red dragon
 Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
 The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon
 Five part criminal, two part felon (esto es muy antiguo)
 Esta dicho!
 Aquí, la revolución!
 No se va a ver por televisión
 Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo
 Va a ser aquí en nuestro país
 Y todos los 'singao masones'
 Que están chingando el mundo
 También, van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos
 En las manos de ellos. Un día, va a ser sangre"
 Mucha sangre
 La peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír
 Que se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones
 Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo
 Todos son unos mismos cabrones