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    [Capitan Pingaloca]
    "Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. Aqui yo
    soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va pa'l
    carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre!"

    [B-Real]
    In the midst of the madness
    No question, who's the baddest
    MCs 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
    Cleaned in my dream
    Cookin' up a scheme
    For all them big bank niggas
    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 dumb, succumb and then position
    In a casket, best wishes
    At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' 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 ya come back again!

    [Rakeem]
    Check my dramatics
    Brains get splattered
    Dreams shattered
    Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
    Beat the sequence
    Bravado lessons on his defense
    Pile you niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans
    What you seekin'
    Son I catch clean like Dominicans
    Last Mohican
    Lyrics are speakin'
    Wireless idiots, Tomahawk
    Shaolin slang, the violent talk
    Upstate New York
    Where chumps get extorted for Newports
    What you thought

    [B-Real]
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
    The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again

    [Capitan Pingaloca]
    "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 puta! Quiero quemarte la
    cara!"

    [U-God]
    Words droppin' chant
    The check DI slant
    I'm taking these cannabis plants
    Yo for granted
    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
    View things surrounding me
    Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
    Not frontin' or braggin'
    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

    [B-Real]
    Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
    The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    The' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
    Ease,
    Ease back
    Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
    Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
    Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger

    [Capitan Pingaloca]
    "Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television. Todos los
    maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. Va a ser aqui en nuestro
    pais. Y todos los 'singamasones', que estan singando un mundo. Tambien,
    van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia,
    va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir,
    que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones, que con la
    democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. Todos son unos mismos
    cabrones..."

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