Renovadores Lyrics

Renovadores lyrics

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:
Når 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)
Så 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