Mix Rap 1 (30-30 / Mi Fanático / Se Acelera El Flow) (part. Notty, Yaviah y Nas)
[Parte I: 30-30 (The Prophecy)]
Coming from the shadow of the island
We are Winchester Yankee and Nas Escobar
Pablo, what's up, pa'?
What's up, pa'?
Keep it raw for y'all
No doubt, PR, check it!
30-30, M60, metra, es letal, violenta
Alimenta el mental, de toda mi gente completa
Fundamental es mi letra, representa el instrumental
Rapida lenta, Winchester inventa en los noventa
Liricas respuestas para preguntas que no contestan
Como el misterio de cuando suenen la trompeta
666, sera la marca de la bestia
Directo para tu frente o a tu mano derecha
El infierno, sobre la tierra
Socio, que decia que en las calles tenia el jugo
Para a cualquiera a gatillo darle
Decia Lansky, siempre vivire mi vida en grande
Con tanta guilla'era, ahora copera con lo federales
Se dejo llevar por la maldad, el chico, en todo momento
La envidia, gatillo, demonios que andan suelto
Tienen ojos y no miran como si tuvieran un bendaje
Nadie podra cerrar mis ojos espirituales
Es para el gatillero que sólo piensa en maltilleo
Capea un pal de sacos para picharle al nebuleo
De momento se siente que lo pueden cojer dormido
Tiene que estar alerta, así que le mete al perico
De momento siente una persecucion enorme
No lo aguanta, corre y lo baja, colaboren
Entonce empieza el problema cuando le sueltan el fulete
Lo patea el rifle, la misma historia, el inocente
Y recuerdo las palabras de quien me tuvo en su vientre
Tu futuro depende de la siembra de tu sobra
Cada cual es reponsable de su cosecha y la persona
Que siembra el gatillo su fruto sera la muerte
A espada muere, el que tambien a espada hiere
Impacta y mata, lirica intocable, intacta
No tengo enemigos, el unico es el Satan
Canta, cosa que no sea lata-lata
Quieres ser ganster, eres guasa-guasa, wassup?
Yeah, y'all know the dilly
Ya know the dilly, when the cops get peally
For really, check the drilly, yo'
Ride expeditions, diamonds, New York's finest
Large gods, see the god Nas is timeless
Mac official, black pistol, rap hit you
Much love to Puerto Rico, we rolling with you
Winchester here to bless you
'97, big Nas, love out to PR
And we out like that, keep the gats cocked back
Winchester and Nas, on the rise baby
PR to QB, word up
Let's describe a certain beat
[Parte II: Mi Fanático]
Manos arriba todo el mundo, comienza el 30-30
No soy un novatillo, vengo desde los 80's
Las veces que aplasté enemigos ya perdí la cuenta
Personas envidiosas a mi corillo no entran
Me rio cuando me tiran y se guillan de lunáticos
Sabiendo que este Tempo era mi fanático
Para mí matarlo es una cosa muy normal
Aunque me quieran ver muerto todos en mi funeral
Así que piensa bien pa', y antes de escribir un párrafo
Recuerda to'as las veces que yo te di un autógrafo
Ya estoy cansa'o de tu fucking dialecto
Parece que a ti te rociaron con spray de muerto
Tu lpirica pangola ya me da dolor de casco
Y habla más mierda que un emperica'o bajando el taco
I know you, motherfucker
What!?
Quieras lo que quieras
Si quieres la guerra, tú mismo te entierras
Tu cuerpo en el suelo, la sangre en la tierra
Quieras lo que quieras
Si quieres la guerra, tú mismo te entierras
Tu cuerpo en el suelo, la sangre en la tierra
Quieras lo que quieras
Si quieres la guerra, tú mismo te entierras
Tu cuerpo en el suelo, la sangre en la tierra
Quieras lo que quieras
Si quieres la guerra, tú mismo te entierras
Tu cuerpo en el suelo, la sangre en la tierra, yo'
Motherfucker
Pendejo
Tremendo idiota
Pendejo
Tremendo idiota
Pendejo
[Parte III: Se Acelera El Flow]
(You seen this before, dawg)
Vamo' a la rumba
Dale pa' alante preso humilde
(Mr. Notty, Winchesta', Yaviah!)
No te guilles de Juanito Alimaña a ni Pedro Navaja
(Yes, boricua, yes yes yes!)
Ahora la saga estalló, precaución to'a la nación
Voy conquistando los países como Cristobal Colón
Leyenda en esta música como Oscar De León
El sonero mayor, Winchester Yankee, su servidor
Folklorica típica mi música
Acompañada de la música más clásica que la sinfónica
Palabras únicas, cuando navego los versiculos
Gramática, poética, combinada en el artículo
De la vieja guardia, escuela, representa
Sobrevivimos hasta la muerte como Ismael Rivera
No busques forma ni camino, no existe la manera
De pararme, yo', mi mente persevera
Y se acelera el flow
Despácio como slow
Mantenlo real, hijo mio
Mantenlo real, hijo mio
El viejo Gato Javiah
Winchesta' Yankee
And Mr. Notty
With the flow, Nelson!
Yo', papá
Mix Rap 1 (30-30 / My Fanatic / The Flow Accelerates) (part. Notty, Yaviah and Nas)
[Part I: 30-30 (The Prophecy)]
Coming from the shadow of the island
We are Winchester Yankee and Nas Escobar
Pablo, what's up, man?
What's up, man?
Keep it raw for y'all
No doubt, PR, check it!
30-30, M60, meter, it's lethal, violent
Feeds the mind, of all my people complete
My lyrics are fundamental, represent the instrumental
Fast slow, Winchester invents in the nineties
Lyrics answers for questions that don't answer
Like the mystery of when the trumpet sounds
666, will be the mark of the beast
Direct to your forehead or to your right hand
Hell, on earth
Partner, who said he had the juice in the streets
To give anyone a trigger
Lansky said, I will always live my life large
With so much money, now cooperating with the feds
He let himself be carried away by evil, the boy, at all times
Envy, trigger, demons that roam free
They have eyes and don't look as if they had a bandage
No one can close my spiritual eyes
It's for the trigger-happy who only thinks of mischief
Ducks a couple of bags to pitch at the nebula
At the moment he feels they can catch him asleep
He has to be alert, so he gets into the coke
At the moment he feels a huge persecution
He can't stand it, he runs and takes him down, collaborate
Then the problem starts when they release the fulete
The rifle kicks him, the same story, the innocent
And I remember the words of the one who carried me in her womb
Your future depends on the planting of your shadow
Everyone is responsible for their harvest and the person
Who plants the trigger, their fruit will be death
He who lives by the sword, also dies by the sword
Impacts and kills, untouchable, intact lyrics
I have no enemies, the only one is Satan
Sing, something that is not boring
You want to be a gangster, you're a joke, what's up?
Yeah, y'all know the deal
You know the deal, when the cops get serious
For real, check the drill, yo'
Ride expeditions, diamonds, New York's finest
Large gods, see the god Nas is timeless
Mac official, black pistol, rap hits you
Much love to Puerto Rico, we rolling with you
Winchester here to bless you
'97, big Nas, love out to PR
And we're out like that, keep the guns cocked back
Winchester and Nas, on the rise baby
PR to QB, word up
Let's describe a certain beat
[Part II: My Fanatic]
Hands up everyone, the 30-30 begins
I'm not a rookie, I come from the 80s
The times I crushed enemies, I lost count
Envious people don't enter my circle
I laugh when they shoot at me and go crazy like lunatics
Knowing that this Tempo was my fanatic
For me killing him is a very normal thing
Even if they want to see me dead at my funeral
So think well, man, and before writing a paragraph
Remember all the times I gave you an autograph
I'm tired of your fucking dialect
It seems like you were sprayed with dead spray
Your pathetic lyrics give me a headache
And talk more shit than a drug dealer lowering the taco
I know you, motherfucker
What!?
Want whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Want whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Want whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Want whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth, yo'
Motherfucker
Asshole
Tremendous idiot
Asshole
Tremendous idiot
Asshole
[Part III: The Flow Accelerates]
(You seen this before, dawg)
Let's go to the party
Go forward humble prisoner
(Mr. Notty, Winchesta', Yaviah!)
Don't act like Juanito Alimaña or Pedro Navaja
(Yes, Puerto Rican, yes yes yes!)
Now the saga has exploded, caution to the whole nation
I'm conquering countries like Christopher Columbus
Legend in this music like Oscar De León
The greatest sonero, Winchester Yankee, your servant
Typical folklore my music
Accompanied by the most classic music than the symphony
Unique words, when I navigate the verses
Grammar, poetic, combined in the article
From the old school, school, represents
We survive until death like Ismael Rivera
Don't look for a way or path, there is no way
To stop me, my mind perseveres
And the flow accelerates
Slow like slow
Keep it real, my son
Keep it real, my son
The old Gato Javiah
Winchesta' Yankee
And Mr. Notty
With the flow, Nelson!
Yo', dad