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letra de talk of the streets - el bandito

[intro]
y’all m-th-f-ckas screaming like: “where’s el bandito!?”
i thought i made that sh-t clear
sh-t… i guess not!
yo!

[verse]
hear the breakdown, i woke up found a note in my mailbox
taped to a cellphone, it said: “times up!”
the phone starts ringing, but the voice was pitched down
listen now, we got ya ex tied up, the b-tch cries…
bring a load of cash, or she’ll die so fast
you gone f-cking wish you never ever wrote a rap
i’ll call you up again, but only for a last time
so if you want her to live you better start right now
they hanged up, time is runnin’ out i need a plan
outside, two guys chillin’ in a caravan
one pulled out a gunner, then he said: you the man
go and get our cash, seconds ‘fore i ran…
headed back in the building, into my apartment
looking for my pistol, we gone get this sh-t started
got an sms with a photo, sh-t’s preposterous
change of plans, now i want you to start sh-t
i replied: f-ck you! he wrote: too bad for you
what a disappointment, now he’s sending up the goons
i had to protect myself, should i let ’em k!ll me?
f-ck that sh-t! imma take ’em all with me
put the pistol in the holster, then i grabbed a steak knife
headed to the elevator, now i gotta take lives
the doors open, ran in berzerk, a straight line
screaming: m-th-f-ck you nameless b-tches, here’s my hate crime!
didn’t feel sh-t, i only saw his eyes
the other guy panicked, it was then i realized…
it was not them, as the victim starts to bleed…
first floor, door opens, then they scream for police
i was knocked to the floor, pushed the b-tton for the door
… closing, elevator up, number 4
when the door opened, some punk is running down the stairs
i went for my apartment again, it’s what i feared…
it was teared up to pieces, like a nightmare
ran down the stairs, but there was cops everywhere
i was apprehended, put in handcuffs, you d-mn pigs
i guess the sh-t’s over, but i never said sh-t
they threw me in behind isolated prison bars
later to the mental asylum, bricks, and walls…
all around me… surrounded by doctors with needles
f-cking n-z-s are neither humans nor people
i won’t take no medication, from these lame f-cks
somebody paid good money for this frame-up
paranoid truth reveals inside of my brain
but it’s already too late, now i’m diagnosed insane
i walked through flames, only gained more pain
still, i overcame the situations while i maintained
filled my mind with rage while my medication reigns
all i feel is hate, through the blood in my veins
can’t explain this place but i’m trying, so wait…
with no time to waste, i’ll expose what they create
drugged up zombies, with nowhere to stay
with so much confusion they don’t know what to say
so you put ’em in a category of mental diseases
wich physically never existed, like a treatment
electroshocking patients for believing in jesus
eradicating religion, still, you worshipping demons
street sweepin maniacs with contempt
so i swear to f-cking satan, imma get my revenge
i was neglected, but still, i put the venom to my pen
and i’d rather die, for i get locked up again
now i’m back on parole, i won’t let that sh-t stop me
like these, no name m-th-f-ckas tryna pop me
survived every -ssault, so don’t you try to mock me
creation of a beast, now you unable to block me
suckas runnin’ offbeat, when they hustle deep
but i remain focused, made my muscles concrete
so when i beat you to a bl–dy pulp, what shall reveal?
the cortex of ya cerebral capacity’s with me
… this is hip-hop, i keep that sh-t alive
as long as i’m breathing ’til the day i f-cking die
… i’m the darkness unleashed, i spaz rounds
talk of the streets, best believe, i’m back in town

and that’s it!
i can’t f-ckin’ wait!
get at me!
i’ll handle it!
just like i handled all of you m-th-f-ckas!
yeah!
let’s go…
uh!

- el bandito

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