Tekst :
What makes u judge quick
and talk shit when I haven’t even spit and u already on my dick
what makes u prejudice
and chase us like predators
convincing the medias and population to get rid of us
what makes u playa-hate
and pack hate just cause I got my name writing on the plates of my Benz
what makes u flip over my sisters scarf
and generalize when the fact is u hide your true colors behind your disguise
What makes u analyze every move I make
step in the ring of debate and discover who’s fake
what makes u think u better than me
when we got the same college degrees
and I got all the right keys
Chorus:
Mano a mano
He who laugh last laugh longest
See action speaks louder than words
No mercy
Mano a mano
He who laugh last laugh longest
See action speaks louder than words
No mercy
Pass that bucket water
like one of those joints
thirsty for life
u ride – dirty dessert – to the point
get the path right
thinking that I might follow your steps right
thinking u got flow
stealing a dead mans show by getting the role right
what a low life
didn´t your mamma tell u not to fuck with the dead right
digging their graves up
fucking their gimmicks
and spread lies - like a bitch right
making a mill on selling your soul to the shaitan
with the American dream cream a la theme scheme
fool!!! But no not mine
Not how Bachiri succeed in making the money they earned right
Bottom up - that´s right
By never forgetting the roots of mine
Give it up y’all!!! Don’t really gotta chance with a moro right
Throw it up y’all!!! or I minimize everything in your life
Chorus...
Mano a mano
Tres hermanos
Protagonista sin igual
Disparando a todo mal
Mano a mano
Nos llevamos
Proclamamos en papel
Aprendiendo del ayer
(Translated)
Mano a Mano
Three brothers
Protagonist without equal
Sniping all the illness
Mano a Mano
We conduct us
Proclaiming us in paper
Always learning from the past
Hardcore circumstances
We quit we damage and dances
going under like Atlantis
and burn u logo to ashes
while I flash this mic in they asses like Onassis
making sure u can’t harass this
lunatic lyricist
emerge from the abyss
never seen this pissed
by now I’ve topped u hit list
The 4 elements with my middle finga equals my fist
an intellectual fuck u u simply can’t resist
it’s ridiculous how we spit
u can’t predict our future
watch your mouth or I’ma shot ya
cause we got tongues
spitting bullets like guns
with appetite like dons
our name shines like them far away suns
Majid:
A Metaphysist
Don´t neglect my intellect
The magnificent
Has come to represent
With rap lyrics so potent
If they were stolen and spit out by others
For sure they´ll be choking
Doing them off the dome
Or with the paper and a pen so sick
That u will think I´m half-human half jinn
Toxicating the air more dangerous then plutonium
Getting high of my shit thinking that it´s opium
Doping ´em while I sparkle in the darkness
All u think about is trying being the largest
While I stand heartless
Thinking about being the hardest
In this art kid that New York started
I get elevated, while u getting departed
On the spot
Like acupuncture medicine
Got lawyers practicing my words saying that they are relevant
Ya heard me I said they are relevant
Tekst :
Where have you been?
I ve been here.
Waiting anticipating.
Coping with tears
Where have you been?
Tour ve been untrue.
I ve seen it before and I see it again.
It s quite clear now.
Your phone rang all night
And I waited here.
Waiting anticipaling.
Coping with Fear. Where have you been?
You re been untrue.
I ve seen it before and I see it again.
You can t stop me you know who I am.
This justifies new just what I am.
You crucify me won t lay by my side.
And now you ll need me until I die.
Guess what I m dead.
You ve been untrue.
I ve seen it before and I see it again.
You can t stop me you know who I am.
this justifies now just who I am.
You crucify won t lay by my side.
And now you need me until I die.
I m dead. Tekst :
Hey ho, let s go!
Good morning, killer king, you re a star
That s gorgeous, hold it right where you are
The weather s kinda lousy today
So what, oh what, oh what ll we play?
Stratocaster strapped to your back
It s a semiautomatic like dad s
He taught you how to pause and reset
And that s about as far as you get
So what s the use of going outside?
It s so depressing when people die in real life
I d rather pick up right where we left
Makin out to faces of death
I could save you, baby
But it isn t worth my time
And I could make you chase me
For a little price is right
It s a hit but are you actually sure?
The targets in the crowd are a blur
The people screaming just like they should
But you don t even know if you re good
So tie them up and feed them the sand (ha! nigga!)
Try to tell us using your hands
A picture s worth a million words
And that way nobody gets hurt
I could save you, baby
But it isn t worth my time
And I could make you chase me
For a little price is right
You re my guitar hero
You re my guitar hero
You re my guitar hero
You re my guitar hero
Hey!
X marks the box
In the hole in the ground
That goes off at a breath
So careful don t make a sound
X marks the box
In the hole in your head
That you dug for yourself
Now lie in it
Shut up about all of that negative shit
You wanted to make it and now that you re in
You shut your eyes and flip the cassette
And that s about the time that they hit
Wooo, that s about the time that they hit
What the fuck is up with this shit?
It s certainly not worth getting upset
His hands are gone and most of his head
And just when he was getting so good
Just when he was getting so good
I could save you, baby
But it isn t worth my time
Cause even if I saved you
There s a million more in line
You re my guitar hero
You re my guitar hero
You re my guitar hero
You re my guitar hero
Ooooh!
