Killa Hill Lyrics

Killa Hill lyrics

[Capitan Pingaloca]
"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa'
mierda. Aqui
yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui, 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
MCs in the game
runnin for the status
Take a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin' on
top is the Hill lookin' over you
Killa Hill Niggas
Cleaned in my
dream
Cookin' up a scheme
For all them big bank niggas
The world is
yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, I don't give a
fuck who it is
Number one mission, opposition
Get dumb, succumb and then
position
In a casket, best wishes
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin'
with the fishes
Full out search for the body
Of the MCs who be comin' to
disrupt the party
No wins, no ends, no way
That I'm ever gonna let ya
come back again!

[RZA]
Check my dramatics
Brains get
splattered
Dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he
packaged
Beat the sequence
Bravado lessons on his defense
Pile you
niggas talkin' fast like Puerto Ricans
What you seekin'
Son I catch clean
like Dominicans
Last Mohican
Witness I'm speakin, loud as Indians,
tomahawk
Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate New York
Where chumps
get extorted for Newports
What you thought

[B-Real]
Ease back, ease
back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back
again
The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease
back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya
come back again
Ease back, ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up
on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again

[Capitan
Pingaloca]
"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a
morir.
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no
me
persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta! Quiero quemarte
la
cara!"

[U-God]
Words droppin' chant
The check DI
slant
I'm taking these cannabis plants
Yo for granted
Exotic
narcotic
Tunes slam soon
From a dune
In the desert
Mega-Babylon
pleasure
Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad
Put
you in a coma
Comma
Llama
Smash-crashin' your armor
Drama
I'm
a
Stealth aircraft bomber
Here is where I dwell
At the gates o'
hell
It ain't where you're from
It's where you're in the mentals
And
if not, yo' credentials
Are essential
I see reality
View things
surrounding me
Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin'
or braggin'
Hundred percent red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes
you can't imagine
The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlog Lemon
Five part
criminal, two part felon

[B-Real]
Then I'm never gonna let ya come
back again
The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back
again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
The' then I'm
never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on
the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease,
Ease
back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never
gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the
trigger

[Capitan Pingaloca]
"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se
la ve por television. Todos
los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo.
Va a ser aqui en nuestro
pais. Y todos los 'singamasones', que estan singando
un mundo. Tambien,
van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de
ellos. Un dia,
va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos
muertos, vas a
oir, que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos
cabrones, que con
la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. Todos son
unos mismos
cabrones..."