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letra de 96 bars - el bandito

[verse]
chea!
step into the mind of the psycho k!lla rhymes
hit you with a style, defined as ill and vile (chea!)
rip you like a knife combined with flesh inside
my device quite nice, drippin’ bl–dy i despise…
leeches, feasting on my speeches, eat sh-t
i make counter-attacks, the evilest features
telekinesis, mind is activated, neat sh-t
i splatter mc’s, weaklings, b-st–l creatures
jesus, free as teachers after they school days
composing poetry and making sure the students fail
when i get up on that mic and tackle the bars, prevailed
then i get up with the hardest to battle the largest scales
meaning, i’m loaded to charge a bloated opponent
you think you sick, you couldn’t cope with my psychosis
you sing on half of ya verse, even when my soul spits
cold sh-t, i open clips in front of prophets with both fists
my flow sick, just like the strains of my dna
the blacklight virus plague of hatred peeling ya face
eating ya faith, completing the race, unbeatable pace
indeed imma ace with way preys, i’m leading my hate
you talk about booties on a track with 3 spitters
the h-ll is wrong with you? the others tryin’ to rip it
i’m explicit in every sense of the definition of wicked
i’m on the first page inside the dictionary of the sickest
my intentions can split bricks, you better start dialing
when i rip sh-t, it get’s intense like skydiving
as ya parachute choked like total sl-ts ’round my n-ts-ck
giving me the same adrenaline when i cut crack
and puff-p-ss, increasing my paranoia for the cops
“it’s a new world order, incarceration of hip-hop”
never gonna happen when el bandito reppin’ the people
to beat you with steeples medievally making it legal like the eagle
point 5-o, i pack a punch when you write slow
the joint might go when unlocking potential for this psycho
light glows, moment of ideas, i picked the right soul
it resides in a freezing box, sh-t’s ice cold
black magic, demonic aura roaming this ent-ty
i make it the bigger, the sicker to k!lling off my enemies memory
inventive mc, dismember the pieces endlessly
-ss-ssinated with multiple bullet ricochets like kennedy
impressively elevating the complexity
and taking the path of the wrath, equipping armed accessories
the best to be, ain’t no sucka bustas gone be testing me
i harm your weaponry before the heat seekers detected me
connected me, back to the spirit world of madness
straight blackness my playing yard, lurking in the damage
waiting for these b-st-rds, wack rappers claim they savage
only until i smash they skulls found out they average
fact is, i ain’t got the time for no peasants
i ain’t stressing cuz y’all ain’t the only one with weapons
i don’t waste my time on suckas acting they blind
and too stupid to realize they ain’t touching my rhymes
better watch who you beef with, especially with weak hits
eat a d-ck, i’ll even hit ’em up with a 100 beat kicks
it’s my way of repet-tion, far from bored
take it back to 89′ and the carnage was born
planets left destroyed in order to finish the sequels
a rebel angel before god made it illegal
he had a plan for a land that would represent the eagle
cast out from heaven to earth, he became el bandito
no complex, unidentified flying objects
tractor beams pulling you in like you a hostage
insert a microchip inside your fascinating membrane
pure technology, this ain’t no fairytale
i am the wicked leader of this galaxy
infinite dimensions shipping out the casualties
intricate inventions elevating me spiritually
as i print the history of current events lyrically
spitting for infinity, yo rap’s like a trilogy
illiterate trash developed should’ve been a felony
hypothetically… still grabbin’ every mic in sight
contenders ain’t gone last when they ended up like christ
crucified, brutalized, just like they super rhymes
i was being sarcastic when i was using that line
i’m a veteran with blades, 1 second and it’s done
but this is not a knife, this is a gun!
what, what, you thought were the only one who did drugs?
to lick your own blood but you still couldn’t spit slugs
you like a goth rapper, complaining ’bout ya own misery
you catch aids and cancer daily, still, you not as sick as me
a quick mc to rip the beat to smithereens digitally
saying i ain’t advancing when i always commit a k!ller-spree
but i’m still expanding, f-cking you up with the lyrical…
pinnacle miracle individual spitting the syllables
beef is not ya option, now you wanna bring it on to me
criminals entered ya house while you dreaming of positivity
like it or not when i drop the hottest, ain’t no stoppin’ this
like communism at the end of capitalism, time to abolish it
i am my own creation, homicidal mind
brought flamethrowers in the booth just to dominate these rhymes
with special effects as seen in windows for purgatory
don’t you ever call me rapper when i’m writing murder stories
no complex, it’s best you better call up the medic
everybody nowadays seems schizophrenic
live and direct, el bandito bust ’em in hard
with 95, 96, m-th-f-ckin’ bars

- el bandito

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