La Plaga

One two, one two, the sinner represents
From the cradle to the grave.
The sinner's escaped from the other side, wicked,
Out of control,
He wanted me crucified, watch out!! it’d be a miracle,
If he drags me under, there’s enough heat for
Hot old ladies,
Don’t face the pestilence, true and real rapper since
The beginning,
Change your spot, the sinner doesn’t play fair either,
You messed with my prisoner who’s got 25 to life
Or like a victim of AIDS, my mouth spits more shots than a
R 15, caliber,
Styles come from free minds, competitions for me
Are like curses,
They don’t affect me, those fuckers who face me are shitting themselves,
Marching, like a parade, I’ve got them all lined up,
Crawling, like they’re my slaves,
Fucking trash isn’t accepted, this sinner hits harder
Than your mom’s belt.
Chorus x 4
I’m the sinner and I’m gonna cause a ruckus
And if you don’t like it, fuck your mother.
Verse 2:
I’ve got a numb mind, like that damn cocaine
Sipping gunpowder is my routine, style so fierce I’ll
Never leave my marks,
Reality teaches me like a leukemia patient.
It feels weird when they face Mr. Navarro.
I’m like a hammer and you’re just a jar,
It’s clear what happens if there’s a battle,
Cross my line and you disappear from the screen,
Bad luck has hit like two damn stuck dogs,
Follow me, the bad guys, watch out
Don’t slip or you’ll fall on the prickly pears
I want to show them a demonstration of the thousand vocals
You know or you’re playing dumb, right??, get out!!!
The sinner is the one who owns the microphone.
Chorus x 4
It’s the wicked one underneath who breaks skulls
12 years in this business, ask my partner
Recognized by many, in different hoods,
Turn on your radios, my sound wakes the roosters
I’m like a sprayer, irritating
Whoever steps up sheds tears in an instant
My tongue spits more venom than a loose cobra,
Taking down fools like a shotgun.
The cipher enters, the sinner has started
Stationed in the south of California, that’s my side, of course
Showing off and controlling the whole map
No one escapes, they kneel like to the pope.
Chorus x 4
Last verse goes -
And if you don’t like it, fuck your fucking mother.
"The one with a thousand vocals
The sinner shining in all areas
Controlling the channels."