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| Song Title: | Renovadores |
| Artist: | Outlandish Find Outlandish on Ebay Records and Ebay CD's |
| Hits (Month): | 36 |
| Hits (Total): | 230 |
| Lyrics: |
Majid:
I got the recipe to be the greatest mc you see My tongue is sword my ammunition the vocabulary I'm the type you just sit back and listen when I've heard enough of your shit I take your mind to prison cause when I drop my poetry everybody gets frantic I put you down bitch like the ice did Titanic I handle this ruff rugged and raw I do a lot of crazy shit cause I like to explore take things to a limit that's definitely unheard watch your speakers as the air gets filled with verbs hit the curb cause you getting something you don't deserve ugly as a mother fucker like the singer from the Verve Todos me miran reconocen este estilo siempre en español en la cima yo estoy fijo latino orgulloso con formulas que complican tu formula de pensar sin saber que significan representar es fundamental, es algo que siempre hago pase lo que pase tengo outland por mi lado ven conmigo y déjame enseñarte el camino y descifrarte las entrañas de este laberinto formado con palabras soy representante de un sonido que queda para la historia clavado en tu memoria personaje carismático, como Napoleón discantar estos versos es mi profesión Acorn: I come right-n-exact with a mighty impact The name is Acorn Blasting´ off roofs when I brainstorm Don't stay calm Never forget it, kid, prospects are limitless pathetic kids, y'all careers are as short as a minute is Let it be dark for a minute, when I kick yo ass it'll spark in it, You'll never receive a medallion with a mic carved in it, often it is cats like you I feed my rancor with You shouldn't have been a poet, but a dancer, kid The only things bugging´ me be the eternal Q´s, so now I search for tools that make fire, so I can be burning´ crews, at first I chew ya nerves in two, then I turn into a pyromaniac and serve ya crew wit hell till they desert in two, I bring out the worst in you, make you turn baby like some perverts do, I'll keep being annoying till the earth is thru breathing and Armageddon comes bursting thru, Outland and A make you run home early like if you had a curfew... WHUT! Me dhashatkard Jab phi kareeb na hona bekhabarr Warna kalam karrde ka je sultan tera sarr Tu mujhse darr Na larna warna kaat doon ka teri jarr Kacha jobake tujhe phaink do ka Waqas ali se na le banga Tu guli ka lafanga me hoon jadookarr Eik nazar se tujhe na raib kia To mera naam waqas nahi Tere baas sans nahi pyas nahi Mere saat jang karne ke liye tere baas hatiyarr nahi Abey tu sonn Tu ga nahi sakta mere gunn Mujh chasa banna chata hai kute tu hoga tunn Dekho zara eik baat zara bata tu hai kia shay Janta nahi ke dhashatkard hoon me Eik rhalat nazar se mujhe dekh me tujhe jala doon Ye bata doon ke mei hoon wo kala jadoon Harr eik jang ki bazi mei me tujhe hara doon Zindagi ke bare me eik do cheeze tujhe bata doon (Translated) I'm a terrorist Whenever you near Don't be unaware Or this sultan cut´ll cut your head of Be afraid don't step or I'll separate you from your roots Eat you raw and spit you out Waqas ali is not the one to mess with You just a street punk And I'm a magician If I don't make you vanish with one stare then change my name You ain't got the breath it takes You ain't got thirst it takes To go to war with me you ain't got the weapon it takes Yo listen you cant sing my song Wanna be just like me you must be high Look at yourself then tell me what you worth Did you forget I'm a terrorist One wrong look and you’ll burn Letting you that I am what you call black magic In every single battle you’ll loose Letting you know a thing or two about life Jokeren: Når jeg kaster mit dub op så rynkes der på næsen af mc’er Der har svært ved at kapere en hvid knægt der kaster w’er Men i ’94 var vi ved at producere For Mack 10 og MC Ren og kan du se hvor jeg vil hen Vi lavede Westside Slaughta House med Cube og WC Og når jeg hælder øl ud er det for Ben og Eazy-E Og når jeg glor ondt på din ho og råber get the fuck out Tænker jeg på Gangsta Dresta, Compton Crips og B.G. KnockOut Når jeg står op i boksen på et track med Outlandish Tænker jeg på min lokale diner’s tuna melt sandwich (mon ikke jeg gør) Så lad vær at spille dum knægt for nu kender du the deal & du har hørt det fra Den Gale AKA Madness 4 RealI be the great Dane Half moro - half Viking Faithful slave of GOD He my only heart I gave Riding like a storm Crossing the sea to the jungle of N.Y. With my sable attached to the 5 mics on my back right Paying dues – second generation bout to present the newest trend Illest form representing hip hop thru the millennium And then some – extra large – legendary like biggie smalls Leave my sable by his grave El moro salutes the greatest one |