Übersetzung: Mc Warriors. In ein schwerer Schlag deinen Arsch.
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 MC's in the game runnin
Keep it goin now, P.E. shit, hoein now Big bag of white widow, kiddo (throw it down) It's the death of a MC, death of the Auto-Tune Death of the motherfuckin
beats, how I get down I take my steps, and leaps and bounds Nigga it's - HIP HOP! [Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, yeah, we started from nothin a couple MC
on the ocean Those frivolous thoughts But I'm brought up of this independent Caught up sever relentless Evil intentions nobody knows him Even the henchmen warrior
bust your brains with the real shit Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus I'm a warrior, to the heart, but
I element the foul, prowl, upon the weekend of sweet I gotta eat, generate with the heat, demolish beats Collectin sheets, war with beast, Islamic warrior
knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite Sulfur MC's, you are
on but not Sisqo Select your squad team and your itch Bey know my flow muy caliente, fuego No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me Easily defeat measley MC
's Bad Boy for life Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B I G) See everything still glorious (Yeah) We still got warriors
brains with the real shit Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus I'm a warrior, to the heart, but
me an outlaw when madd maxx turn to set it off Grab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off Like dustin' hoff killin' MC?s off wit a vengeance
, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye revolucion compadre!" In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest MC
own 'em Crook-town bounce streets delph to south bar on a I drape soul hearts, I make soul darts Cover mad areas in my crepe soul Clarks MC's lyin',
my sounds Y'all know my beats, how I get down I take my steps, and leaps and bounds Nigga it's, hip hop Yeah, yeah, we started from nothin' a couple MC
for making bars and notes Step and get striked from the stars in my throat Reservation for one, plus a table for three Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali
lightning and throw thunder You could feel my pain I'm the hurricane hunter Madchild's the barbarian bent on revenge Euphoria, Shatter the skulls of doomed warriors