[Capitan Pingaloca]
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"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. Aqui
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yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to'el mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va
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pa'l carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre!"
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[B-Real]
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In the midst of the madness
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No question, who's the baddest
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MCs in the game runnin for the status
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Take a few seconds to review the crews
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Sittin' on top is the Hill lookin' over you
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Killa Hill Niggas
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Cleaned in my dream
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Cookin' up a scheme
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For all them big bank niggas
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The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
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Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is
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Number one mission, opposition
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Get dumb, succumb and then position
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In a casket, best wishes
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At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes
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Full out search for the body
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Of the MCs who be comin' to disrupt the party
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No wins, no ends, no way
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That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!
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[RZA]
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Check my dramatics
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Brains get splattered
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Dreams shattered
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Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
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Beat the sequence
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Bravado lessons on his defense
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Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans
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What you seekin'
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Son I catch clean like Dominicans
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Last Mohican
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Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians, tomahawk
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Shaolin slang, the violent talk
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Upstate New York
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Where chumps get extorted for Newports
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What you thought
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[B-Real]
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
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The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back, ease back
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
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[Capitan Pingaloca]
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"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir.
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Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me
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persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta! Quiero quemarte la
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cara!"
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[U-God]
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Words droppin' chant
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The chinky eyed slant
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I'm taking these cannabis plants
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Yo for granted
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Exotic narcotic
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Tunes slam soon
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From a dune
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In the desert
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Mega-Babylon pleasure
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Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma
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Warrior nomad
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Put you in a coma
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Comma
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Llama
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Smash-crashin' your armor
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Drama
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I'm a
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Stealth aircraft bomber
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Here is where I dwell
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At the gates o' hell
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It ain't where you're from
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It's where you're in the mentals
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And if not, yo' credentials
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Are essential
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I see reality
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View things surrounding me
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Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
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Not frontin' or braggin'
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Hundred percent red dragon
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Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
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The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon
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Five part criminal, two part felon
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[B-Real]
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Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
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The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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The' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
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Ease,
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Ease back
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Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
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Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
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[Capitan Pingaloca]
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"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television. Todos
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los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. Va a ser aqui en nuestro
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pais. Y todos los 'singamasones', que estan singando un mundo. Tambien,
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van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, en las manos de ellos. Un dia,
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va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a
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oir, que se va a hueler hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con
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una democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. Todos son unos mismos
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cabrones..."
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Killa Hill
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| Cypress Hill |
