Outlandish - Renovadores Lyrics
Majid:I got the recipe to be the greatest mc you seeMy tongue is sword my ammunition the vocabularyI'm the type you just sit back and listenwhen I've heard enough of your shitI take your mind to prisoncause when I drop my poetry everybody gets franticI put you down ***** like the ice did TitanicI handle this ruff rugged and rawI do a lot of crazy shit cause I like to exploretake things to a limit that's definitely unheardwatch your speakers as the air gets filled with verbshit the curb cause you getting something you don't deserveugly as a mother *****er like the singer from the VerveTodos me miran reconocen este estilosiempre en espaol en la cima yo estoy fijolatino orgulloso con formulas que complicantu formula de pensar sin saber que significanrepresentar es fundamental, es algo que siempre hagopase lo que pase tengo outland por mi ladoven conmigo y djame ensearte el caminoy descifrarte las entraasde este laberinto formado con palabrassoy representante de un sonidoque queda para la historiaclavado en tu memoriapersonaje carismtico, como Napolendiscantar estos versos es mi profesinAcorn:I come right-n-exact with a mighty impactThe name is AcornBlasting off roofs when I brainstormDon't stay calmNever forget it, kid, prospects are limitlesspathetic kids, y'all careers are as short as a minute isLet 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 withYou shouldn't have been a poet, but a dancer, kidThe only things bugging me be the eternal Qs,so now I search for tools that make fire,so I can be burning crews, at first I chewya nerves in two, then I turn intoa pyromaniac and serve ya crew wit helltill 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 breathingand Armageddon comes bursting thru,Outland and A make you run home early like if you hada curfew... WHUT!Me dhashatkardJab phi kareeb na hona bekhabarrWarna kalam karrde ka je sultan tera sarrTu mujhse darrNa larna warna kaat doon ka teri jarrKacha jobake tujhe phaink do kaWaqas ali se na le bangaTu guli ka lafanga me hoon jadookarrEik nazar se tujhe na raib kiaTo mera naam waqas nahiTere baas sans nahi pyas nahiMere saat jang karne ke liye tere baas hatiyarr nahiAbey tu sonnTu ga nahi sakta mere gunnMujh chasa banna chata hai kute tu hoga tunnDekho zara eik baat zara bata tu hai kia shayJanta nahi ke dhashatkard hoon meEik rhalat nazar se mujhe dekh me tujhe jala doonYe bata doon ke mei hoon wo kala jadoonHarr eik jang ki bazi mei me tujhe hara doonZindagi ke bare me eik do cheeze tujhe bata doon(Translated)I'm a terroristWhenever you nearDon't be unawareOr this sultan cutll cut your head ofBe afraid don't step or I'll separate you from your rootsEat you raw and spit you outWaqas ali is not the one to mess withYou just a street punkAnd I'm a magicianIf I don't make you vanish with one stare then change my nameYou ain't got the breath it takesYou ain't got thirst it takesTo go to war with me you ain't got the weapon it takesYo listen you cant sing my songWanna be just like me you must be highLook at yourself then tell me what you worthDid you forget I'm a terroristOne wrong look and youll burnLetting you that I am what you call black magicIn every single battle youll looseLetting you know a thing or two about lifeJokeren:Nr jeg kaster mit dub op s rynkes der p nsen af mcerDer har svrt ved at kapere en hvid kngt der kaster werMen i 94 var vi ved at producereFor Mack 10 og MC Ren og kan du se hvor jeg vil henVi lavede Westside Slaughta House med Cube og WCOg nr jeg hlder l ud er det for Ben og Eazy-EOg nr jeg glor ondt p din ho og rber get the ***** outTnker jeg p Gangsta Dresta, Compton Crips og B.G. KnockOutNr jeg str op i boksen p et track med OutlandishTnker jeg p min lokale diners tuna melt sandwich(mon ikke jeg gr)S lad vr at spille dum kngt for nu kender du the deal& du har hrt det fra Den Gale AKA Madness 4 RealI be the great DaneHalf moro - half VikingFaithful slave of GODHe my only heart I gaveRiding like a stormCrossing the sea to the jungle of N.Y.With my sable attached to the 5 mics on my back rightPaying dues second generation bout to present the newest trendIllest form representing hip hop thru the millenniumAnd then some extra large legendary like biggie smallsLeave my sable by his graveEl moro salutes the greatest one
