Renovadores lyrics

Artist  : Outlandish 
Song : Renovadores



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Majid:
I got the recipe to be the greatest mc
you see
My tongue is sword my ammunition the
vocabulary
I'm the type you just sit back and
listen
when I've heard enough of your
shit
I take your mind to prison
cause when
I drop my poetry everybody gets frantic
I put
you down bitch like the ice did Titanic
I
handle this ruff rugged and raw
I do a lot of
crazy shit cause I like to explore
take things
to a limit that's definitely unheard
watch your
speakers as the air gets filled with verbs
hit
the curb cause you getting something you don't
deserve
ugly as a mother fucker like the
singer from the Verve
Todos me miran reconocen
este estilo
siempre en español en la cima yo
estoy fijo
latino orgulloso con formulas que
complican
tu formula de pensar sin saber que
significan
representar es fundamental, es algo
que siempre hago
pase lo que pase tengo outland
por mi lado
ven conmigo y déjame
enseñarte el camino
y descifrarte las
entrañas
de este laberinto formado con
palabras
soy representante de un sonido
que
queda para la historia
clavado en tu
memoria
personaje carismático, como
Napoleón
discantar estos versos es mi
profesión

Acorn:
I come
right-n-exact with a mighty impact
The name is
Acorn
Blasting´ off roofs when I
brainstorm
Don't stay calm
Never forget it,
kid, prospects are limitless
pathetic kids,
y'all careers are as short as a minute is
Let
it be dark for a minute,
when I kick yo ass
it'll spark in it,
You'll never receive a
medallion with a mic carved in it,
often it is
cats like you I feed my rancor with
You
shouldn't have been a poet, but a dancer,
kid
The only things bugging´ me be the
eternal Q´s,
so now I search for tools that
make fire,
so I can be burning´ crews, at
first I chew
ya nerves in two, then I turn
into
a pyromaniac and serve ya crew wit
hell
till they desert in two, I bring out the
worst in you,
make you turn baby like some
perverts do,
I'll keep being annoying till the
earth is thru breathing
and Armageddon comes
bursting thru,
Outland and A make you run home
early like if you had
a curfew... WHUT!
Me
dhashatkard
Jab phi kareeb na hona
bekhabarr
Warna kalam karrde ka je sultan tera
sarr
Tu mujhse darr
Na larna warna kaat doon
ka teri jarr
Kacha jobake tujhe phaink do
ka
Waqas ali se na le banga
Tu guli ka
lafanga me hoon jadookarr
Eik nazar se tujhe
na raib kia
To mera naam waqas nahi
Tere
baas sans nahi pyas nahi
Mere saat jang karne
ke liye tere baas hatiyarr nahi
Abey tu
sonn
Tu ga nahi sakta mere gunn
Mujh chasa
banna chata hai kute tu hoga tunn
Dekho zara
eik baat zara bata tu hai kia shay
Janta nahi
ke dhashatkard hoon me
Eik rhalat nazar se
mujhe dekh me tujhe jala doon
Ye bata doon ke
mei hoon wo kala jadoon
Harr eik jang ki bazi
mei me tujhe hara doon
Zindagi ke bare me eik
do cheeze tujhe bata
doon

(Translated)
I'm a
terrorist
Whenever you near
Don't be
unaware
Or this sultan cut´ll cut your head
of
Be afraid don't step or I'll separate you
from your roots
Eat you raw and spit you
out
Waqas ali is not the one to mess
with
You just a street punk
And I'm a
magician
If I don't make you vanish with one
stare then change my name
You ain't got the
breath it takes
You ain't got thirst it
takes
To go to war with me you ain't got the
weapon it takes
Yo listen you cant sing my
song
Wanna be just like me you must be
high
Look at yourself then tell me what you
worth
Did you forget I'm a terrorist
One
wrong look and you’ll burn
Letting you
that I am what you call black magic
In every
single battle you’ll loose
Letting you
know a thing or two about
life

Jokeren:
NÃ¥r jeg kaster mit dub
op så rynkes der på næsen af
mc’er
Der har svært ved at kapere en
hvid knægt der kaster w’er
Men i
’94 var vi ved at producere
For Mack 10
og MC Ren og kan du se hvor jeg vil hen
Vi
lavede Westside Slaughta House med Cube og
WC
Og når jeg hælder øl ud er det for
Ben og Eazy-E
Og når jeg glor ondt på din
ho og råber get the fuck out
Tænker jeg
på Gangsta Dresta, Compton Crips og B.G.
KnockOut
Når jeg står op i boksen på
et track med Outlandish
Tænker jeg på
min lokale diner’s tuna melt
sandwich
(mon ikke jeg gør)
SÃ¥ lad
vær at spille dum knægt for nu kender du
the deal
& du har hørt det fra Den Gale
AKA Madness 4 RealI be the great Dane
Half moro
- half Viking
Faithful slave of GOD
He my
only heart I gave
Riding like a
storm
Crossing the sea to the jungle of
N.Y.
With my sable attached to the 5 mics on
my back right
Paying dues – second
generation bout to present the newest
trend
Illest form representing hip hop thru
the millennium
And then some – extra
large – legendary like biggie
smalls
Leave my sable by his grave
El moro
salutes the greatest one