lirik lagu el bandito – battle in a minefield pt. 2
[verse]
i reprise my role as the sinister lyricist
spitting the infinite mixes, sincerely my biggest hit
some wicked sh-t lies in the best interest
hunting down you phonies g’d up on the internet
impressive with the syllables that manifest death
my aura so high that it leaves ya breath deaf
handy with the steel, i’m a talent in the flesh
i p-ssed the beat to dm, like ‘maliz what’s next?
i demolish the best with pin-pointed logic and data
advanced to unexpectable horrors of dark matter
raw facts when the knowledge of my dialect clash
with the strains of hashish, this be violent raps
magnify ya lyrics full of errors like ya life
i’m making sure you perish by the terror in my eyes
you inferior on the mic imma sn-tch it from ya eyes
with the 5 times speed of a sniper rifle strike
blood so graphic you panicked like a starving cannibal
my mechanical speech is never stopped by my mandible
an animal rappin’ the accurate points of view
when i introduce them hollow points on you
you really wanna piece of my gunfire, then come find
el bandito’s a professional, homie i’ve done crime
you struggle with ya punchlines, like punchlines on punchlines
i punch lines, ya punchlines are not punchlines
call it punch-lies, of devious behavior
if ya soul is stuck in h-ll, guess i did you a favor
got a ticket for 2, so all you others remember
cuz no way in h-ll you’re coming into my heaven
like d-mn son, why you gotta be acting like that?
cuz i’m pretty f-ckin’ p-ssed off that’s the reason why i rap
i’ll never take it back when i speak on a track
i’m just a k!lla with the illest frikkin’ concrete raps
i’m a specialist rhyme -n-lyst, now battle this
devour souls and leave this cattle split
imagine this, i got the fuse of a sawed-off shotgun
pop one, ready to drop some
pure adrenaline psychosis unleashed on the globe
i’m a beast with the flow to spit a thesis that shows
my potential is unlimited and infinite, exceptional
too intricate, i’m k!lling it when spitting it vivid, b-tch!
in imagery, rip it inside a penitentiary
reciting the bars with a photographic memory
testing me is ineffectively admitting defeat
dissecting the melodies when i’m flipping the beats
get the piece, capiche? left ya brains unleashed
scr-ping the pieces since you been claiming the streets
i can tame the heat to make ya lyrics obsolete
just as a reminder there ain’t no stopping me
you a p-ssy with a pellet gun, i’ll put you in a coffin
i slapped you like a b-tch cuz you only talking nonsense
where my f-cking money? imma turn you to a target
how you like me now you emo-f-ck? we truly marching
heartless monsters, surround you in the carnage
trap you in a bottomless hole of everlasting darkness
some odd sh-t, promise imma make this sh-t happening
we laughing while you get ripped in pitch blackness
fact is, i ain’t f-cking with no wack rappers
i smash ’em, detach ’em off the track like heavy clappers
defy gravity i levitate over the beats
while you trapped in gunfire i meditate on the streets
aggravations unleashed, a decade of aggression
for murdering mc’s, i’m facing my sentence
taking respect and, erase your connections
of a pacifist click that only hate on my weapons
i spray with my weapons, you only bustin’ blanks
i know what you are since you f-ckin’ with rats
i buck ’em and blast when i’m bussin’ a rap
it’s my time to shine i’ve had enough of you brats
ducking so fast, you need to step up with improvement
this is hip-hop underground, recognize the movement
we do this, televised revolution
the only solution for human evolution
we true to it, spit bars every single day
even when the beat stops and the rhythms decay
i maintain with rappin’ poetical justice
slaughtering bustas, it’s my fetish when i’m bussin’
to dump ’em in the ground with no mothaf-ckin’ sound
you know it’s goin’ down when i’m bustin’ for that crown
i reduce you to work out with ya right hand
yo b-tch is my b-tch and she’s my nr. 1 fan
i boil you alive, for being able to rhyme
i’ve mastered the tricks of god and satan combined
erasing your lines, i’m consistent with sk!lls
definition of ill, this ain’t no m-th-f-ckin’ drill
if only words could k!ll, b-tch, i make my words k!ll
in the form of verbal warfare to make ya blood spill
simultaneously break jaws like concrete food
guns don’t k!ll people but a psycho like el bandito do
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