Wooooo!
Es el Polaco y Lito MC Cassidy, Yo!
No Fear
In The Deadline
Haha!
’98
Yo Dicky!
Yo, Yo!
Con que campiando por ahí
Montando nebulas con el Polaco
Pobre de ti chamaco, mentalmente es que ataco
Con un Cuarenta y Cuatro automatico
De Masacres yo soy fanatico
Me acusan de lunatico
Un paso erratico y dejo de ser simpático
Aplicos castigos básicos, y matematicos
Con rimas mas extensas que el oceano Atlantico
Fantastico
Si eres dueño, de algo que yo era dueño
Eso a mi ya no me quita el sueño
Porque no es mi еmpeño
Quedarme con una gata
Dеspues de unirle el leño
Pa’ que le enseño
Que no hay nada mas sabroso
Que darle este Boricua Trigueño
Yo! Hablen claro!
Al primero que quiero en la guerra es a Falo
Si lo que canto es un mito
Tu cuando cantas, rimas con mi “Palo”
Las nalgas te talo
Te demuestro como estallo
Charro! No eres un adversario
Puercos, Mueren a diario
You Know, MC Cassidy tiene el flow
I’m the original-rolemodel, Hip-Hop crazy-desperado
Yo Polaco!
Bebe quiere que lo encienda en tarima
Con veinte mil rimas de agonia
Yo, ¿Quien lo diría?
f#ck Cavalucci y su f#cking “Cavalogia”
No Fear Keep It Real mientras muchos hacen orgía
Here We Go!
Ok!
Yo, Yo, Yo!
Soy Rey del Flow
Mi volumen de maldad
Siempre esta High y nunca en Low
No cojo slow
Pa’ rematar a Baby Shabba
Que muerto estaba
Pero estos mamabichos
Qu el Puerco rima con Cava-lucci
Metido en un estuche
Con letras que te ponen a hacer buche
No hagas que enchufle
Mis seis mil
Millones de voltios, a tu mente
Luego revientan, tus sesos
Por exceso, de mi violento al proceso
Atravieso, por el camino del niño travieso
Que se entretiene con juegos de corrupcion
Haciendo mas de una cancion
Contra el campeon, no seas tan morón
Como le pregon
Soy la mas aterradora maldicion
Asi que soplapotes
De mi nombre no hagan ya mencion
Word is bond!
A Baby Rasta y Gringo los pondre a brincar
En mi infierno como Pop-Corn
No se abochornan, alcornoque
Provoca que les de Knock-Out con un solo toque
El Baby parece un palitroque
Y el Gringo con dos pases de ponerse da su toque
Por eso digo, que no provoquen
Que mi gun yo saque y los haga cantar a medianoche
“Cierra lo ojos bien, y solamente pide un deseo
Porque eres m#th*rf#ck*r, eres un soplapote
Y esta noche moriras como un pendejo”
Yo! Surprise make the Flow of Hip Hop
DJ Dicky, Matalos in the Deadline
Yo! Surprise make the Flow of Hip Hop
Polacan matalos in the Deadline
Surprise make the Flow of Hip Hop
Cassidy matalos in the Deadline
Surprise make the Flow of Hip Hop
Matalos, in the Deadline
Tercera Saga Contra-Ataca
Mi lirica impacta como catas
Para ver quien se propasa
Y termina brincando con mi AK
Loco, flaco apestoso, boca de pozo
Bebe esta guillao de chico fino
Siendo sendo andrajoso
Perro sarnoso
Tumba el fronte peligroso
Liricalmente o puño a puño, Facilmente te destrozo
Cara de topo, me importa un blero tu corillo
Y ahora entiendo porque las yales
Te llaman “Zorrillo”
Here we go
Mortal seria enfrentarse a Casssidy, So!
Maleante de Villa Palmeras
Que representa a Puerto Rico
Dicky! Play that funky music for my lady
Yo sigo matando con el estilo que represento desde los Eigthys
No Fear 3, vuelve a la competencia crazy
Yo por supuesto, dejo a los contrincantes lazy
Bajo mi puño con la fuerza de una abalancha
Deadline is the time y tu te mueres en mi cancha
Yo! Surprise make the Flow of Hip Hop
DJ Dicky, Matalos in the Deadline
Yo! Surprise make the Flow of Hip Hop
Polacan matalos in the Deadline
Surprise make the Flow of Hip Hop
Cassidy matalos in the Deadline
Surprise make the Flow of Hip Hop, Yo
Uhh…!
Say What?
98
Deadline
In the deadline, Ha-Ha…
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Deadline Lyrics English
Woooooo!
He is the Polish and Lito Mc Cassidy, me!
Do not fear.
In The Deadline.
Haha!
’98.
I dicky!
I, me!
With what camping out there
Mounting Nebulas with Polish
Poor Ti Chamaco, mentally is that I attack
With forty-four automatic
Of massacres I am a fan
They accuse me of lunatic
An erurative step and I stop being nice
Applications basic punishments, and mathematics
With more extensive rhymes than the atlantic ocean
Fantastic
If you own, something I was owner
That does not take away my dream
Because it is not my еmpeño
Stay with a cat
DéSpues to join the log
Pa ‘that I teach him
That there is nothing more tasty
What to give him this Burneta Boricua
Me! Talk to clear!
The first thing I want in the war is a failing
If what I sing is a myth
You when you sing, rhymes with my “stick”
The buttocks you tanned
I show you as an estalus
Charro! You are not an opponent
Pigs, die daily
You Know, Mc Cassidy has the FLOW
I’m the Original-Rolemodel, Hip-Hop Crazy-Rowed
I Polish!
Baby wants it to light it in a platform
With twenty thousand rhymes of agonia
I, who would say it?
f#ck Cavalucci and his f#cking “cavalogia”
Do not fear keep it real while many make orgy
Here we go!
Okay!
I i i!
I’m King of Flow
My evil volume
Always this High and never in Low
Do not take Slow.
Pa ‘Top Baby Shabba
How dead was there
But these mammicks
What El Porcar Rima with Cava-Lucci
In a case
With letters that make you make a buche
Do not make it plugged
My six thousand
Millions of volts, to your mind
Then they bow, your brains
By excess, of my violent to the process
I cross, by the road of the naughty child
Who entertains with corruption games
Doing more than one song
Against the champion, do not be so moron
How do you pre-
I am the most terrifying curse
So soplapotes.
Of my name do not have already mention
Word is Bond!
A Baby Rasta and Gringo I’ll kick them out
In my hell like pop-corn
Do not get blanket, cork oak
It causes them from Knock-out with a single touch
Baby looks like a palitro
And the gringo with two passes to put his touch
That’s why I say, that they do not cause
That my gun I take out and make them sing at midnight
“Close my eyes well, and just ask for a desire
Because you are m#th*rf#ck*r, you are a soplapote
And tonight you will die like a pendejo ”
Me! Surprise Make The Flow of Hip Hop
DJ Dicky, Matalos in the Deadline
Me! Surprise Make The Flow of Hip Hop
Polacan Matalos in the Deadline
Surprise Make The Flow of Hip Hop
Cassidy Matalos in the Deadline
Surprise Make The Flow of Hip Hop
Matalos, In the Deadline
Third saga against-attack
My lyrics impacts as tastings
To see whoever works
And it ends up jumping with my ak
Crazy, stinky skinny, well mouth
Drink this guide of fine boy
Being ragged
Mangy dog
Tomb The dangerous border
Lirically or fist fist, easily destroy you
Topo’s face, I do not give a Buller your corillo
And now I understand why the yales
They call you “Zorrillo”
Here WE Go.
Deadly would be to face Cassssidy, so!
Villa Maller Palmeras
Representing Puerto Rico
Dicky! Play That Funky Music For My Lady
I keep killing the style that I represent from the eigthys
Do not Fear 3, return to competition Crazy
I of course, I leave the opponents LAZY
Under my fist with the strength of an abalchanche
Deadline is The Time and you die on my court
Me! Surprise Make The Flow of Hip Hop
DJ Dicky, Matalos in the Deadline
Me! Surprise Make The Flow of Hip Hop
Polacan Matalos in the Deadline
Surprise Make The Flow of Hip Hop
Cassidy Matalos in the Deadline
Surprise Make the Flow of Hip Hop, I
Uhh …!
Say What?
98.
Deadline.
In The Deadline, Ha-Ha …
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Lito & Polaco Lyrics – Deadline