The extinct is specific, precise and absolute
A critical beholder, I watched the carga cook
Apparitions, impelling hallucinations
Invision wants to hit, anaticual termination
Potents, and capable of sin
Ese like ah maliyon, the mission is unending
Extremities, at the final stages
Extortion, evil spell in cantation
Anguish, the Harpy comes tragic
Battle in the mind, evil doer telepathic
Over the hills, hold up, unvail
Vatos break down, at The Gates of Hell
Stipulated for this closure my sorcery expands
Vatos are exposed to be ratas in the past
Detected, just like I expected
Endless eternal ah burning infernal
Sometimes, it seemed like the war would never end
But the guerra went on, again and again
Hit every varrio from the West to the East
Doing it for my homeboys that's resting in peace
Can't get it out my head, it's stuck in my mente
I visualize the carga ese sitting in the erre
I go into ah trance, my eyes weigh ah ton
Elevation is the issue, there's work to be done
Soulless assassins they got evil ways
They murder in the night and rob in the day
Chales, ese too many tragedies
The calles ain't no joke you gotta have some strategy
Mi destino, I make mine forthcoming
Ah wicked ass Harpeo, mi barrio es primero
All my counter parts, face suffocation
Violent deaths, from the constant confrontations
On the serio, back to back retaliation
Jealousy's ah fact, of my present location
Los Angeles, and my wound is internal
Enemigas get shot up, in this burning infernal
Sometimes, it seemed like the war would never end
But the guerra went on, again and again
Hit every varrio from the West to the East
Doing it for my homeboys that's resting in peace
Pandemonium, is what many would say
From the battles in the past to the vatos in the grave
Typhoon, ah world of temptation
I do damage, and that's my compensation
Unobservant, ese what's it gonna take
To stay on our toe's, another homeboy goes
This is dedicated to the homeboys rest in peace
Soldados from the barrio that were killed on the streets
En los ojos de mi jefa, she see's no threat
In the eyes of Conejo ese all I see is death
My intent, is patrom the hache
And catch vatos slippin' ese thinking we ain't nada
So ponle, pues, loco let's go
We gotta show them putos que mi varrio no's un juego
Y mi historia se acaba con esatas palabras
Ese watch your back cus it all comes back
Sometimes, it seemed like the war would never end
But the guerra went on, again and again
Hit every varrio from the West to the East
Doing it for my homeboys that's resting in peace
Sometimes, it seemed like the war would never end
But the guerra went on, again and again
Hit every varrio from the West to the East
Doing it for my homeboys that's resting in peace