Miércoles 14

I hear a siren, things ain't good
The cops came to get me, problems keep pouring down on me
Looks like the neighbor saw and snitched on me with that crap
Now I gotta take them out, these five cop bitches
One that looks like a sheriff, faces the door

I gear up, there's only one way out of this
Getting closer every time
I hear the shotgun cock, take a deep breath
And focus to turn the tables

And it goes, bam, ha!

Headshot in the face, they're all going crazy
And the shootout begins
They shoot at me, I shoot back and the house goes to hell
This will cost them and I'll pay with my bullet
Bam, bam! Sounds: Bang bang
And there goes another one, even if they shoot me several times, they all drop like flies

Now only three left, I calculate where they might be
I come out all geared up and take out all three at once
Like Neo! A bandit expert in shots
To mess with me, you need more, cousin

I grab a coat, hit the road
There I go kicking cops to see if they're alive
I leave my house, and a taxi hits me

Crazy, what a bad sight, can't be driving in fifth gear!
I pull out the passenger in the back, the tough guy
And I hijack the car, like a crazy terrorist
I make him start the car, with the gun to his head
While he drives aimlessly, I notice he's up to something
Looks like he was calling on the cell, it was the boss of Birig Bamba
Setting a trap to defeat me
I tell him to stop the car, I'm gonna kill him!

The son of a thousand stops to attack me
He bites my arm hard, but I manage to let go
And I put the safety belt around his neck
One less on the list, damn aliens
To mess with humans, they need luck

I get out of the taxi walking all good
Hey, I'm walking casual, so people don't notice
He stands in front of me, the knife guy
Left the gun in the car, he's gonna stab me for sure
He starts to lunge but luckily I dodge
He takes two false steps and I throw myself at him
I manage to take the knife, we start throwing punches
I throw a right hook, he ducks and hits me with a hook
Now he's going straight, I duck and return the favor
His face is wide open, knee to the face, man!

I put my hands on his neck, he won't beat me, this cheese-faced kid
After choking him for a while, I thought he was dead
But he was faking and I took a punch full on
We both stand up but almost agonizing
He was worse off than me so I had to face him
I landed a couple that left him lying down
And before the cops came, I started walking back to the neighborhood

But the knife guy was still not dead
With his last strength, he grabbed the thirsty knife
He came running at me and that was his mistake, by the way
Because I heard his footsteps, turned around and got him back
I managed to get out of there and smoked a joint to a poser
While I was smoking, Naiky, the Rasta, passed by
Who after midnight we're gonna party
He already told the Fiucher and I can't miss it, man
After so much stress, a party ain't bad
This Wednesday of Wednesdays has to end

I said goodbye to Naiky and told him: See you there
And I went to eat something, 'cause we gotta drink tonight, right