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letra de benicio del torso - mike mictlan

i keep two eyez on the prize
i got more minds on my methods
i stay reminded of crime
so keep a chain on your wallet
i dont keep weed in a jar
cuz it keeps on k!lling itself
so i keep on shooting at stars
now it’s hard to keep to myself
psycho ward talking walls
goeeng bonkers keep it funky
full fledged cali-fornicator
mexi-melt mix procreator
player hater
middle east to middle west
out the little earth
mighty red lake river nation
out the jungles from the sh0r-line
came from the hills down to the k!lling fields
bear witness the war time
crawled into an la gutter
lost a mother left a father
so say that i was
raised by the water
cuz 80’s sherm
burned the 90’s hotter
bubble bubble sizzle crackle pop
re-rock pump up the block
like reeboks at halftime —
chip that bag dead the kids high before they wake up detox’d
that’s not a g spot
real g’s keep their knees knocked
72 hour hold
72 hour hold
5150
homie where the f-ck did i go
hand cuffs with no links
zip ties in my kicks
got that look in my face
like i took the wrong meds
ugh

50 gee bail
50 gee bail
one hundred and 87
on any cop who wanna put me in jail

linked like cubans
wrapped in crocodile
i ain’t from cuilliacaun
i’ll cut a head off in a pool of blood to the god mictlan
now 15 of them & they closest
die alone no one noticed
they totem pole has a hole at the very lowest
they modus operandis is bogus
my zone is oderus urungus
get the balzac – jizmac
beefcake nutz humungous
mug, we maximus
practice raps in plastic wrapped
packages
not a sack of crack around us
c-c-c cookin up
cl-ssic tracks
sell a t shirt get the reverse
clothes on my back deeeeeg
feel the ether now the rebirth
hit a show go reup queeeek
pity why go whistle
f-ck a city throw the middle
f-ckem all and blaze a missile
hit em up when they ain’t lookin
or hit em when they lookin crooked, shook the crook took his shooter
k!lled a pimp freed his hooker
made the dealer choke his cooker
sure the priest give up the robe
give the mayor my regards
i can’t get outta this hole hard
so tell em all i keep my f-ckin eyes on the prize
got more minds on my methods
stay reminded of crime
so keep a chain on your wallet
dont keep weed in a jar
it keeps on k!lling itself
i keep on lighting up tar
& thats hard to keep to myself

72 hour hold
72 hour hold
5150
homie where the f-ck did i go
the cuffs with no links
zip ties in my kicks
with that look in my face
like i took the wrong meds

50 gee bail
50 gee bail
one hundred and 87
on any cop who wanna
put me in jail

i ain’t bluffin i ain’t bluffin
i ain’t bluffin deeeeeek
i’m barely livin on this rap sh-t
i ain’t bluffin i ain’t bluffin
i ain’t bluffin deeeeeek
i’m barely livin on this rap sh-t
i’m barely livin

who in the middle like the crease on a niagara sprayed ben davis?
i’m ’95 but i think ’97
who think their nouve riche youtube bourgeousie
thug mansion scientology
there ain’t 2pac in your heaven

- mike mictlan

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