Que Sabes Tu?

Que Sabes Tu?

I shred up the script
I ride brave
Had to decide how to do ma thang
I had to give in to me I
Had to conquer and see I
Looked in my abyss I
Saw nothing but, choose to dive in I
Last time I could risk it all
Good enough to take it to the top?
Following steps of no providence
Falling unguided
Ignorantly blinded living trying to discorver
What is hidden from the curtains of meaning
Stories, feelings, family, secrets, easy
T’deny them as horse shit
Fairy telling, dream inspired, chemically so unbalanced
Non sense mental pranks
Dismissed as it were fake
I kept pursuing the game
Until I saw it unrelenting staring at my face
Without knowing what I knowing is unfolding
Clashed with knowledge of mass psychosis
Hopeless the answeres were right there unnoticed
Frozen in a science of broken
Neverending scope

Chin Check
-que sabes tu?-
With a pain in me
Pay em som’
But they can’t turn me
I’ma tell you some ‘em something
And you better know this
I shang tsung, but don’t tango this
uhhhhh

Trippin naw doubt purified I know
Everything is everything dipped in lies
Indoctrinized and left victimized I know
Truth is just whatever you can’t see inside
I know 2 things within me, one ringed set of 13
I suppose they’re fighting on a hundred million ways
Of harnessing powers of 3
I invoked enigmatic vessels, I awoke the pharoes temple
I perceived a second birth through
A visitation phenomena
Soul neurotic, symbiotic, catastrophic releasing my
Devine inspiration, my own incarnation
My own limitation
I don’t pit stop, hip hop spit
Stop wit, drop flip flop –
Slip, sub mit quick hit stepping up the tempo
Twist I brace and recommit
Face a beethovens fifth
Eyes closed but focused, side swipe
And shake off them bogeys
Political plot assault and you know this
Talk a lot don’t cha
Hit em I wanna givem your thoughts don’t cha
Dip and wanna fend for yourself don’t cha
But your infiltrated saturated and invigorated
To do som bout it, but then realize – ahhhhh

Lin Kuei Cholo

Lin Kuei Cholo

Ima cholo 2.0, soona o later everybody goin know x2
I’m a lin kuei cholo Ninja
My beats and rhymes is goin getcha
My flo going slitcha
Throat cuz I aint no bitcha
Punk, hand on my nutz
Back massage subs in the back of my trunk
I don’t give a fuck
The cops don’t neither
I ask for directions, but they look eager
They wanna ask me questions they wanna go deeper
I’m on the curb and they looking for a reason
Do what? Simon says do som
For what, Cuz you’re a dumb beana!
The 6 6 ply means ima drug deala
I’m have to lie or they locka me in the freeza
Sombrero on my heads cuz I singa
Powder the trunker is a lotta bleach cleana
Grass is for mulch that I’ll use for my leisure
Ima mariachi, janitorial, grounds keepa baby!

Ima cholo 2.0, soona o later everybody goin know x2
I’m a lin kuei cholo (cholo) Ninja (ninja)
My beats and rhymes is goin getcha
My flo going slitcha throat cuz I aint no bitcha
Gorrila black on black Kawasaki ninja
I’m goin light speed with the screama
My 600 r goes hard like I’m ceasa
Everybody sees me and hails when I peel up
But im just chillen, cruised as I dip
The mustangs chase on my way to the crib
I let go the throttle and run it down from 80
Everythihg is cool, but all the piggies hate me
I get pulled up by a motorcycle cooper
I wasn’t even speeding but its really no shocker
Wtf is this? Im already preparing my excuses
but hes got his rope ready making nooses
I see ‘em in the mirror and he looks like nazi
I tell him eva I’m Italian and my last name is rossi
My English is sloppy, Mussolini is my grand papi
Why you trippin on me getting saucy?
He says he’s mistaken and his really sorry
I looked like a beaner in a stolen ducati, uhhhh

Ima cholo 2.0, soona o later everybody goin know x2
I’m a lin kuei cholo (cholo) Ninja (ninja)
Everybody gonna taka picture
Ima lin kuei ninja
Even when the po slows me mdown ima getcha
My flow so sexy
In the chevy lo rockin fendis
My tweet quotes trending
Ima a superstar with the converse tennis
Bitch what? I make my own beatz
I write my own rhymes and design my cds
Even when I’m broke, my brand still – ill
(fatality) growing
ghetto businez man ghetto biznis plan hold up
Ima make this motherfucking money til I throw up
Neva slow up, cholo 2.0 rap coca-cola
I got your own grandma speaking chola
Spickity slang got all the white girls going loca
Stripper high heels, miniskirts and coronas
They love my skin tona, my day work shoulders
Certified 100 plus agave sperm dona
I got the sick coda, the triplet rhyme quota
Everytime I flow its high fructose corn – soda
The patron, with bordeux made by Mexican mocha
Got your homie saying damn I (finish him) told ya

If They Were Here

If They Were Here

If they were here
Some crip, some ball
Some spit living life on call
Some witsh , but don’t all
Wanna feel like number on on top
And get riches, enough to eat and mall
They goin wish it, but they goin get it naw
They goin pivot
And maybe discipline their call
They goin kill it, kill it, kill it n fall

See I’m born eight five
Rapping on my mind
Since I heard that thug life
Eveytime I hear it, I feel a lion inside
Everytime I live it I feel another voice rise
Another choice
Dying from a social point blind
Witnessing a phrophesized nation toungue tied
A 44th messiah and things are still not right
A monetary prison designed to
Keep hope alive
By tricking our minds

Oooh I’m sitting back and
Watching neo- Babylon
Wings of eagles
On the shoulders of rap antiphons
Ohh sit back and watch
The realness become gentrified
Civil leaders
In the spotlight become sacrificed

Shots off 20 years later
Ring in the shadows of slave ship makers
Truth being leaked from the shakers
Being twisted from hip hop traitors
Glorified fakers leaching off d’ greatest
Album dropped
Featuring the now famous
A generation of new rap anxious
Being stalked by the same infiltration

Some crip, some ball
Some spit living life on call
Some witsh , but don’t all
Wanna feel like number on on top
And get riches, enough to eat and mall
They goin wish it, but they goin get it naw
They goin pivot
And maybe discipline their call
They goin kill it, kill it, kill it n fall

Games open wide
Labels centralized with a corporate mind
Public being flooded by underground finds
Social media and the internet
Become the new grind
Downloading for free or its streamed subscribed
Talent being scrambled finding ways to advertise
Imploding evolution on a media divide
Unrestricted distribution killing NY times
With new new york times

Blood plots with a brotherhood danger
A star knocked and no visible assailants
A star shot in a similar surveillance
Stars used for political vagueness
On mass appeal stages, on threat of replacement
If they comply, then they’re gaurenteed famous
If they comply, they don’t worry bout wages
And feed rich in their ku klux cages

Modelos y Bon Bon

Modelos y bon bon

Summertime winnertime anytime chica
She’s a catalougue diva
I’m talking bout the hella down
Run around underground chica
She’s a flirty fashionista
She’s gonna supermodel independent hotly
She’s gonna be whippin leather or whatever on me
She’s working wherever she’s walking strong and fiercly
She’s goin deny any sucka who’s a needy wanna be lover
She needs under the cover
Macho rhythm five fold
With a tight flo – nerves is Ice cold
Who eats them tacos and food from moraco
Don’t stop fly beana Gustavo
Neva eva will she lie insisting resist
Neva will she lie in a bed w/o bliss
Neva she goin step in ride, and not process
The deep forfeit, of missing out on uhhh!!!!

Modelos y bon bon
Nu na na
She goin strut strut strut strut
Strut strut strike a pose girl

She nasty, She’s freaka
Hella loud when she’s gonna cum around squeaka
Nasty, I squeeze ha
Candles are burning and butter is churning
Shouldn’t shun her, even amish keep her
Fo no reason, exept she v secrets
Every fresh season
Every single pose is unique
And every style is wild and chic
She could strut a mile no sleep
A vile slip slap, Miss thang s back diva
She’s the extra cheese pizza
The only one talking in the theatre
T’ lucretia, Sabrina, teresa, Shaniqua is on the phone speak – ah
Talking bout the Nuevo shanel keepas
Every single item aint closet aint cheapa
Flying nueva york
Every single fashion weekend – uhhh

Fuerte aldente
I’m the spicy fettuchini mechate
She likes to cut it all raw caliente
Screamin onomonopie violente
She likes a bik ram tae bo
Hunnit c hottie in te lam bo
She does tai chi kwan do
A lingerie mortal Rambo
She’s a lui kang fire ball chica
Akuma kickin tatsumaki strippa
She can bruce lee side kicka a creepa
Dim sum dim mak technika jumba juice
Carrots – and tequila shots – and
Oranges and necterines and grenadine straight to the top
Shes gtet her drink on
With vitamins ready to shop
Interlinked on
With twitter and tinder coffeee then dinner, maybe
Fe fi fo fum pinot noir and chocalates
She wants that bossanova ambience
Candlelights with the playing forth flaw a less
She’s walking up , coffee ready for some organic
She’s bumpin 2pfacolypse, she’s hip she’s rocking it
She luvin life with a sensual awesomeness
Uh hella dreamy nefertteti politicly philophical
Supermodel with a complishements yeeahhh!

Go Go Girls and Rum

Go Go Girls and Rum

I’m that repo teka
That go go girl molesta
Im 2 for 1, im coke and rum
Hella drunk kn the disco teka
Im king of that rap baby
Everybody goin know
Homie I don’t give a fuck about lyrics
I don’t really give a fuck about flow
I just drop my pants and press go
Matterfact, take a shit it turns gold
Im that brown Robert deniro
Making that de nero baby!
Born to slave in that trap to chill
I neva knew to give up
Homie’ n’ Ill neva call it luck
So bitch hata get up off o my nuts chola!

Damn girl excuse you
The crowds thick but don’t bruis through
You looking hard and I’m getting hard
Cuz I know you wanna gimme that mushu
That fools set with that 2 step
They get close, she takes 2 steps
But ima chess move her up in 2 steps
Ima tic tac tactfully tech 0 topics to make ther toes wet
Totally what youd expect
I’m on the dance flo sippin on coke and cap
And I’m grinding on theis hoochie mama
Having sex
No filter, chop stick sticka
Im Jackie chan cholo on themic my jigga, anybody
Everybody dancings all good
I’m dubbin, im dumin
I’m clubbin hood

Coro:
No tienen pantalones (what) x2
Ells bailan, no se canzan
Y no tienen pantalones (yo quiero)
Go go girls and rum (what)
Go go girls and rum (yo quiero)
Dolla bills, sex appeal
Go go girls and rum baby!

And all I seem to dream about is
Go go girls and rum
And all I seem to care about is
Go go girls and rum

And what would I do baby if you weren’t there?
And how would I live baby, if I didn’t care?
If I didn’t care?
And how would I live baby, if I didn’t care?

Asesina con Leche

Asesina con Leche

Clubman empieza a contar
Cada caballero paga para
Po der se sentar
Cerca a la reina del bad
Mojada porque llueve de billetes total
Y dime ques mal?
Por el infiel
O ella como baila por jugetes en hotel?
Que no tell
Sique con el plan, dulce como flan
Sigue con el man
Sigue con secretos para easy cash
Understand?
Ni necesita scuela a pagar su renta
Toda ropa fina, promotion de ventas
A tacon attaca a patron
Cada vez que sale ella es reina del salon
Santa chula ellos rezan para la chula
Sueltan mas
Y las chicas estan jelosas porque ellas no
Saben hacer
Lo que ella es
Cuando se ven
En el espejo piensan que puedan hacer – uhh
Asesina con leche
Doy todo mi amor a ti
Cada movimiento es candela
Tu calor me llama a mi
Apareces a bruja
Nadie se va escapar
Cada vez que te miro
Los benjis te voy a dar

Tocan el reggaeton, Y ella se mueve
en el V I para dons empapada de dom perignon
Embajadora de negotios, escuchando todos casos
Making connections recibiendo clients de japon
Sale – del avion con coka y ron
Escoltada ella se encuentra, con los mack dons y son
esperando con el bling
Regalos para la queen, miss thing, La sexy de dem bow

Sweet Illusions

Sweet Illusions

Another way to ease my mind
Another way to dance on clouds
Another way to spend my time
With you baby

Another way to feel the sun
Another way to blush inside
Another way to spend my time
With you baby

But all I got
Are sweet illusions
Because all my dreams have you

Ooooohh and those heartbeats every weekend
Oooh and that hard talk we never had
I felt so real ahhhh with you baby
Wuuuu

N’ I never could really understand
What I was feeling
But I knew its your smile I would see
So when words wouldn’t speak ahh it was you baby

Put it down, run around, time is slipping me
So many times, everytime somebody’s got to leave
But no matte the ending between us I—
Lived in you baby uhhhh

Another way to feel the rain
Another way to waste my time
Another way to spend my nights
On you baby

Another way to live on clouds
Another way to wish inside
Another way to pack my bags
On you, on you, on you, on you,
On you

But all I got
Are sweet illusions
Because all my dreams have you

Waiting for Me

Waiting for Me

Sun is shining, hypnotic moon
Im trying to make L Lu Love 2 you
That phone number’s my gun
I pull the trigger you come
Youz one of a kind
So I’m making time, t’ discover living
With one and only, soul and mind vibing
Toungue looper, the dim hooper, the storm trooper
A cold stuper, up the tempo
Loving with my eyes closed
Its crazy how being so independent
Can be dependent on trying
To find the right soul?
If I could drop a ton
With a the high note,
The right flow picking loving with a blinde fold
I would jump easily no remorse, free and bestow
The best part of my whole

Esa mami es explosivo quando ssale
Una azucar que destruye y te mate
You feel it, but don’t
You need it, but don’t
Don’t worry bout it baby
Don’t worry bout it naw

Biggie x4 bounce
Jealusy slippery mis pronounced
I hate what I know it can do
Sharks destracting my food – uh
Ima have to be descreet
And devote my love to be hot vanilli
I’ma have to keep it milli
Kalua ciniminni, so chilly, yes really
Drinking so yum
Ima spice it up a 2 1
Keep it in the drivers zone
Time to go with chrome cologne
Ruff ride and get me some uhh
Bumpin doggy style on the freeway before I see her and know
It feels really easy
Got a cholo feeling really down and patron Like he’s james bond sipping martinis – uhh
Smooth lines so slip in cold
Persist so slick to dip with out knots
With out problems
Running around fly with the chick
Slim think, tock tick, no whining bout the money clip
Don’t trip, bills knicked, with the steady grind, credit neva declined
Make a toast quick, pose click, tweet tweet
I G, like like, light kiss
In restaurant lights dimmed in summertime nights
Gotta get the ckeck, gotta get it right
And leave a gangsta tip, taka an extra pic
For fans and shit, showing love for the waitresses oooohh
Sippin coca-cola getting a lil soba
Finishing nibbalin that coconut flan
Take a quick pee, before we gotta go leave
Nom saying? Gotta ride out and
Bum that cho lo ish 2 point o shit
From that alpine devine J L sub witch
Simply invigorating that wish list
Erupt in jaccuzi lovin living that tub life bliss
How anybody goin diss?
Remiss the tublife and not get that kiss kiss?
Lamborghinis in the back with the swiss
Chips locked up in safe overseas grips
And everytime I’m chillen with the miss
She brings that sweet sazon to make it so uhhhh

Paraiso Baby

Paraiso Baby


Sexy mamas
Mini faldas
Y tacones de verdad
Paraiso baby x3
Paraiso baby ahh

Sexy nena, dame lo que deseas
Sexy nena, besame como quiras

Todo mundo baila el son del carribe
Cuando baja el sol they goin feel me
They gonna go to the dj booth
And go heathen
They want that g adolfo uribe
They want that latin shit
So I reggaeton that hit
Mammis wanna club it and hypnotize those hips
Im neva gonna slip
I’m neva goin die
From the westcoast to the clubs world wide

Ella baila tan dulce con dem bow
Es una vacation que me cema
And I, Can’t let go
Cada moviento es on me
And I – Quisiera ensenarle las playas
De donde naci
Santa babara al mundo
Que sera – I dunno
Es una vida
Que jora fuerte y sonria
Y cada vez que tomo sueno del dia
Cuando voy a llegar con un dolce vida
And I, And I

Todo mundo baila el son del caribe
Estilo California sbeeze
When it hits the pr coast they goin feel me
They want that g adolfo uribe
They love that latinshit, so I reaggaeton that hit
Mammis wanna club it and hypnotize those hits
I’m neva goin slip, I’m neva goin die
From the westcoast to the clubs world wide

Brown Don Johnson

Brown Don Johnson

They trying to build that wall
Trying to keep me from mexico x2
Bitch ass culeros x2
Bitch ass culeros wanna see me locked up
(Miami vice)

North Dakota, Minnesota
Snaking from el sur, it spreads all ova
Sammy sosa, sharapova
Toda mundos in debt to drogas
They high buying ice cream loads
They flying on their big ass boats
The laws a joka
The war aint ova
Todo el mundo going get that coka
Legalize that shit boy
Its always raingin them bricks boy
Recognize that shit boy
And penitentiarys aint shit

California bending ova, crooked politicians sippin on that coka
Sinaloa taking ova, smugglin mexicanos thru Arizona
They high trying to build that wall, they high trying to make it tall
The laws a joka, its not the coka
Todo mundos high, its neva soba
Keys and limitless clips in armored faerraris bumbing my shit
suicide ride with subs pumpin hits
Im living like a biggie video hypnotizin
Vividly realizing the life with the t-top down!
Snap a pic, drop shift, pull click, pop the gato!
Cuz I dip in independent rooms in the brick wall
And I don’t give a thought about thinking its right wrong
I’m thug lifein that shit boy
Recognize that shit boy!
Feds can suck on my neck bone
But they can’t silence my shit!
They trying to Watergate my grip boy
Divide the mindes of the fit boy
Suppress the cards in the deck boy
But I just drive and do’t quit
They tring that billion money makin that bank
A central scheme, but don’t that that fate
They trying to sit on top of million dreams like minds of clay
but I know I’ll ride, I’ll survive and I’ll twist their game uhhhh!!!