Equipados Pa La Guerra

Equipped for war, all characters here
Any anomaly, we’ll take it down
All good guys, that’s my armor
I patrol without fear, no matter what happens
Equipped for war, all characters here
Any anomaly, we’ll take it down
All good guys, that’s my armor
I patrol without fear, no matter what happens, yeah

I’m the 6-66
The nickname fits me, I look like Lucifer
I’m watching the territory, ready to defend
In the famous zone, buzzing around if you wanna meet me
Listening to the radio, staying alert, just checking the info
We kill or we die, those are the orders I follow
I’ve dodged a lot, I’ve got more lives than a cat
Got anti-tank weapons ready in case things get rough
Make way, I’m in the backroads of Lima
With a bandolier crossed like Pancho Villa
My patrol’s got the monkey in the air, finger on the trigger, the machine gun
They look away if they see the M-60
People say they see some trucks
With a whole arsenal, looking real nice
With several guys who look suspicious

We’re here to clean up the town, the central reports to you
A whole military team accompanies me
The horns of the drums peeking out the window
Day and night, you can see the caravan
We’re ready to rumble, this shit just got real
On dirt roads, we’re kicking up dust
With the frequencies listening on my shoulder
Doing things that don’t surprise me anymore
Many know in Lima how I control things
Equipped for war, all characters here
Any anomaly, we’ll take it down
All good guys, that’s my armor
I patrol without fear, no matter what happens
Equipped for war, all characters here
Any anomaly, we’ll take it down
All good guys, that’s my armor
I patrol without fear, no matter what happens, yeah

My buddy Flechas, armed to the teeth
Carries his M-4, vest full of ammo
A veteran, and that’s recognized
Always proving himself to the boss, the chief 11
My cousin 02, I know he’s ready too
With a drum of 60 rounds, the rifle never jams
A Glock on his leg, his vest’s all tactical
Ready to clash
With whatever, 23 thinks he’s tough with his crew
All-terrain, coordinating well, that dude
Carries an FN Scar with a 60-round drum
Affirmative, the old man’s clearing the way through the gaps
An M-16, Charlie’s getting close
With his ghosts in case things get wild
Several teams but all dangerous
The guns are loaded but with 3-0-8

We’re ready, determined, crazy with pure bandits
Jet black with the iron out, half glass
We take longer to talk than for the crew to show up
The P-1s are on it, ready for the first call
In the famous zone, everyone activated for anything
Whatever my dad orders, the hive gets stirred up
Long and short to defend the territory
Patrolling on orders, I’m listening to the meta
Equipped for war, all characters here
Any anomaly, we’ll take it down
All good guys, that’s my armor
I patrol without fear, no matter what happens, yeah

And there it is, rap it out
For the 6-66
Version three
And a shoutout from him
To the P-1, to Cannabis

To his buddy 15, to Guero and Basuba
To the Taquizas, to Tolín Infante
To the Pájaros, to the Pumas
To the Cauques and the Bambis
To Chuquiqui, to the Jokers
To the Chiquis, to the Serpents, to the Caimán
To all those who wear their shirts right
To Kamikazi, to the Godfather
To Pollo, who’s buzzing around in Los Angeles, California