Mix Rap 1 (30-30 / Mi Fanático / Se Acelera El Flow) (feat. Notty, Yaviah y Nas)

[Part I: 30-30 (The Prophecy)]

Coming from the shadow of the island
We are Winchester Yankee and Nas Escobar
Pablo, what's up, man?
What's up, man?
Keep it raw for y'all
No doubt, PR, check it!

30-30, M60, meter, it's lethal, violent
Feeds the mind, of all my people complete
My lyrics are fundamental, represent the instrumental
Fast slow, Winchester invents in the nineties

Lyrics answers for questions that don't answer
Like the mystery of when the trumpet sounds
666, will be the mark of the beast
Direct to your forehead or to your right hand

Hell, on earth
Partner, who said he had the juice in the streets
To give anyone a trigger
Lansky said, I will always live my life large
With so much money, now cooperating with the feds
He let himself be carried away by evil, the boy, at all times
Envy, trigger, demons that roam free
They have eyes and don't look as if they had a bandage
No one can close my spiritual eyes
It's for the trigger-happy who only thinks of mischief
Ducks a couple of bags to pitch at the nebula
At the moment he feels they can catch him asleep
He has to be alert, so he gets into the coke
At the moment he feels a huge persecution
He can't stand it, he runs and takes him down, collaborate
Then the problem starts when they release the fulete
The rifle kicks him, the same story, the innocent
And I remember the words of the one who carried me in her womb
Your future depends on the planting of your shadow
Everyone is responsible for their harvest and the person
Who plants the trigger, their fruit will be death
He who lives by the sword, also dies by the sword
Impacts and kills, untouchable, intact lyrics
I have no enemies, the only one is Satan
Sing, something that is not boring
You want to be a gangster, you're a joke, what's up?

Yeah, y'all know the deal
You know the deal, when the cops get serious
For real, check the drill, yo'
Ride expeditions, diamonds, New York's finest
Large gods, see the god Nas is timeless
Mac official, black pistol, rap hits you
Much love to Puerto Rico, we rolling with you
Winchester here to bless you
'97, big Nas, love out to PR
And we're out like that, keep the guns cocked back
Winchester and Nas, on the rise baby
PR to QB, word up

Let's describe a certain beat

[Part II: My Fanatic]

Hands up everyone, the 30-30 begins
I'm not a rookie, I come from the 80s
The times I crushed enemies, I lost count
Envious people don't enter my circle

I laugh when they shoot at me and go crazy like lunatics
Knowing that this Tempo was my fanatic
For me killing him is a very normal thing
Even if they want to see me dead at my funeral

So think well, man, and before writing a paragraph
Remember all the times I gave you an autograph
I'm tired of your fucking dialect
It seems like you were sprayed with dead spray

Your pathetic lyrics give me a headache
And talk more shit than a drug dealer lowering the taco
I know you, motherfucker
What!?

Want whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Want whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth

Want whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth
Want whatever you want
If you want war, you bury yourself
Your body on the ground, blood on the earth, yo'

Motherfucker
Asshole
Tremendous idiot
Asshole
Tremendous idiot
Asshole

[Part III: The Flow Accelerates]

(You seen this before, dawg)
Let's go to the party
Go forward humble prisoner
(Mr. Notty, Winchesta', Yaviah!)
Don't act like Juanito Alimaña or Pedro Navaja
(Yes, Puerto Rican, yes yes yes!)

Now the saga has exploded, caution to the whole nation
I'm conquering countries like Christopher Columbus
Legend in this music like Oscar De León
The greatest sonero, Winchester Yankee, your servant

Typical folklore my music
Accompanied by the most classic music than the symphony
Unique words, when I navigate the verses
Grammar, poetic, combined in the article

From the old school, school, represents
We survive until death like Ismael Rivera
Don't look for a way or path, there is no way
To stop me, my mind perseveres

And the flow accelerates
Slow like slow
Keep it real, my son
Keep it real, my son

The old Gato Javiah
Winchesta' Yankee
And Mr. Notty
With the flow, Nelson!
Yo', dad