El Caracaso

Here are the best rappers from Venezuela
We're not playing around here
El Gairo: from the valley
It is Mani: Petare carpenter
Rekeson: Catia in style
Brouk Cobie: from Brooklyn, New York
It is Aka Biancucci the machine: Candelaria family, you know, negga
Kilimanyaro CDM: Los Alpes Cemetery
Teka: La Guaira
El Pillo: Antimano
And who sees me: from Magallanes, Catia Negro
Aka La Meten: Pinto Salinas, son of the family
Catia: Mantuanos V.I.P
Tinieblas: from the black ghetto, Catia
It's Splinter Aka: from Los Frailes
Cocoflow: from La Bombilla... you know
Big Habana: 23 de Enero, Caracas
Aba Fon: La Dolorita
Selective Alchemist: Mariche
Guarataro: representing Hasgard
Chaitania: La Trinidad, Crub Tahs motherfuckers
Prophet El Newton: La Cota
Chocolate: Magallanes, Catia
Apa: from Barrio Las Minas, full Criollo rap city
El Prietto: even if you don't like it, the best
Mariche La Flor: El Brauce
El Gairo: only a street group could have done something like this
And there is no comparison with La Komarca and all this empire
Either we show and in the genre we turn
Here in Caracas where they will be left speechless
2008 the extermination union screams for the people
To the sick, the group with all the dominion
Over this culture and they are clear who we are
And whoever wants to throw themselves, what there is is lead
Rekeson: listen to it, listen to it, kid
It's Rekeson, the metal from the west in hand
Or with a Winchester for those who get excited
Why don't the witches come out at a time like this
To stop the track and let the Taurus answer
I have the gangs from the neighborhoods and the drug trafficking at your service
Those who hinder will carry fire the day I approach them
It's the Catia train in style that makes you live a hell
It's dry guerrilla and this is a change of government
Manic: dawned suddenly change of government and Manic the prodigy
Take a seat and contemplate this genocide
Open the door, you feel the pressure and you don't enter
22 seconds and a Breitling is in your mouth
Let's hold me and I'll bury you with a shovel
At the bottom of the red Mac, a quick one ended your fame
I don't care what they say or if they rhyme a lot
In reality, they are just walking dead
Biancucci: if you mess with Leonidas, well, hold on to his trunk
Because the impact that is coming is the deluge of a thousand rocks
There will be nothing left of you if you crash against this wall
I see in your face a gesture that you messed up your clothes
Feel the punches of these gala rappers
This is the Caracas, light up the flares
I'm going to torture you and this is just the prelude
My microphone is my gun and my words are the bullets
Teka: without so much talk or many rolls
Guys who talk about guys
Light fuses and then seek support
That's not a baron thing, better keep going your way
Or choose your cannon because I have as much strength as a hunter
And know that a man is a man but there are few
And when a woman tells them, they play dumb

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There fell black tell me what happened explosion impact with the Caracas
There fell black tell me what happened explosion impact with the Caracas
There fell black tell me what happened explosion impact with the Caracas
There fell black tell me what happened explosion impact with the Caracas
Kilimanyaro: the support broke and they let go
It was this crazy, this is my night of homicide
Where they will live very little, they are my children
Live that thing is true
But I felt like killing you in the womb
Guess what, don't keep tempting the owner of the detention
With me the silver Alps and the train
An anthem of murderers and for ornaments on my neck
I carry your intestines
Brouk Cobie: you know from the blood
She is not scared
And don't care, man, I have and the square, you know
I like niggas before and this is not men, this is my call
El Pillo: cases are solved with punches
These cases manifest of the Pillo in the Caracas
The convives quickly invite, I quickly attend the appointment
In union with the lacritas erasing the cartoons
I generate fear so that they understand once and for all
That the MCs of Caracas have joined so they can talk shit
In this contest, I leave the false afflicted
Thanks for your services but you are fired from rap
Unnamed: through the street yeah I don't believe in anyone hou
Macdiguiri flow Macdiguiri flow in Spanish
Explosion impact microphone on
With the Caracas
La Mente: malandreo and the street are my two guides, I live
Every day in Pinto Salinas where they give you a lead party
And they burn you with gasoline more flag than the ?¿?¿?
You hear my rhyme and you pee, buddy
In my right hand I have the nine and in my left a little punch
To kill these masochists who dream of being artists
When in the Caracas I am the protagonist
Catia: in the Caracas let all the sons of bitches die
I interrupt like Chávez with tanks of war
Here we are who we are and who we are is complete
You want to earn more respect but you will leave here dribbling
Mantuanos if damn it as they want
Suck dick, pass ass, I won't care who dies
I walk with the comarca and the guerrilla squad
From today V.I.P. alias La Sonora Matancera
Tinieblas: period and followed MCs make way
The female has arrived, Yac Black starts the Caracas
They talk about the Caracas, I'm opening up like a star
I'm leaving a trail, I'm making space
Among the most respected rappers for the changes
There are those who say those crazy ?¿?¿?you fell prostrate
Tell me who has the baton on this side of the podium
I know it's difficult and it's walking through this valley of bold men
We are war dogs and we are in the street
Don't play with the feelings of animals
Here represents the band of criminals
Your blood is on the floor because of the metals
We are war dogs and we are in the street
Don't play with the feelings of animals
Here represents the band of criminals
Your blood is on the floor because of the metals
Splinter aka:
Aba Fon: it's Aba Fon's turn to send to the pavilion
To the battalion of sayons who want to win the Cy Young
I am one in a million and an emblem of this institution
The spell of this mention, gentlemen listeners
The Caracas does not lie, this is an unprecedented act
Send your children to sleep if they are present
Splinter aka: grab the flow of this damn
With universal criminal style that is not based solely
On a cardinal point
Here there is no racism or intrigue
I'm a white guy with a league flow, listen to the hideout
Produced here in Caracas more flag than a traffic by bales
I'm the one who always hits a home run and of course it's
Splinter aka
Cocoflow: this is my moment to show you the guardianship
Putting my hands in the fire through the armored vehicles
After we pass, surely there will be no trace of you
We come looting and violating you up to your grandmother's ass
Find out where I come from, I'm not an anime rapper
I'm the lyrical phenomenon that breaks Guinness records
While you want to make a rail on my penis even on skates
We give you a beating on weekdays so you can rest on weekends
Big Habana: 20 seconds shuuu today the kids speak
So pick up the shells, don't leave evidence in the hallway
They rubbed the lamp and this genius appeared to them
Big Habana the son of a bitch the king of this millennium
I'm hip hop, the mastery in your neck, the orca
This is an abuse like the real against Mallorca
There fell black tell me what happened explosion impact with the Caracas
There fell black tell me what happened explosion impact with the Caracas
There fell black tell me what happened explosion impact with the Caracas
There fell black tell me what happened explosion impact with the Caracas
Alquimista: gentlemen remove pause and put play
The law has returned, bursting all these gays
So respect the Fey because I'm going to send you to the canvas in the style of Calsun Clayn
This is a classic and I'm a solemn rapper who doesn't sleep on the track
That's why I tell rappers it's very difficult for them to mess with me
Whoever portrays himself I'm going to blow up his face
This is Chinatown with the Southern train
Guarataro: you see that it's different and I speak clearly
Either take the advice or your mother will take shots
In the hundred where it will hurt you the most
Remember that he who dies never comes back to life
They called me from the rodeo and that you are bichetiao
Your buddies also want to leave you stuck
You stained it, you have no morals
And when I catch you, I'm going to hit you in the femoral
Prophet El Newton: infinite capacity to make hip hop
An abundant MC of fascinating rhymes with a gente flow
Bright I am the one the new generation awaits
I am the one who alters your mind
Who adulterates the blood vessels of your brain
I am the same singer chosen by the verb
And these clown singers who are almost all false
Must be very careful because the Caracas lit up
Chocolate: I am a prisoner who has felt the cold of four bars
A woman who reflects suffering in her soul
A defiant lunatic of death and I don't let envy
Penetrate my heart
I don't care about criticism since I've made many
Swallow them with my lyrics and on the track
I'm a psychoanalyst opening the way
And standing out among the artists
Apache: tie your tongue to the stage get off
If you can't relax, strap on and stand out
Sit down and shut up, look and calm down
Take off and leave or yes, no
That if this one said yes, the other predicted
Well, damn son, his place is not fixed, son
Get out of here, I demand it
That they can throw a lot or give something
But they have to come up with something every time I go out
Clear the area, it's the African antelope
The mastodon Sig Saquity the eldest of his brothers
Here there are no guests, here your grass is cut
You are sent to sleep for the guest room
Control your dose before your psyche dies
Nothing proliferates, they just gather and exaggerate
They throw arrows and lurk and then flee to the right
And they get angry when Apache jumps and throws them
El Prietto: pass the flyer, kid, because I'm the one driving the car
I'm walking, I'm going down Francisco Fajardo
And I see a bunch of clowns
Ridiculous rappers who can't even take a bullet
I shine with my own light and malandreo in the Caraso
I don't care what they say, I'm the owner of my beats
So the rappers mutiny what matters is dry guerrilla
Stop the bit black the Caracas
I don't need to say my name it sells like heroin
My flow is the killer of these booth rappers
Crisler: in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit
I cross myself and in mine against any fright
I am the owner of this Caracas malandreo
A bit of scum in action that I show in a song
Since I was the one who made this whole commitment
I put my gun on the floor and I finish it myself
Closing with this outrage
Giving myself the tupe and the luxury
Of bringing them all together
And for those who don't know me, these seconds portray me
I am Crisle from the Macaco zone
We are war dogs and we are in the street
Don't play with the feelings of animals
Here represents the band of criminals
Your blood is on the floor because of the metals
We are war dogs and we are in the street
Don't play with the feelings of animals
Here represents the band of criminals
Your blood is on the floor because of the metals
First of all, I want to thank all those colleagues
Who responded to my call
I want Caracas to realize
Who commands its streets
Regardless of who is not
In this issue are the best
And I have the luxury of bringing them all together
Dj Feicer, Edwin and I, Crisler...