{Capitan Pingaloca}   Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda.   Aqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui,    me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye... revolucion compadre!      {B-Real}   In the midst of the madness no question, who's the baddest   MC's in the game runnin for the status   Take a few seconds to review the crews   Sittin on top is the Hill lookin over you   Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my dream   Cookin up a scheme for all them big bank figures   The world is yours, but it can be mine and his   Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is   Number one mission, opposition   Get thrown sent home in dead position   In the casket, best wishes   At the bottom of the lake, sleepin with the fishes   Full out search for the body   of the MC's who be comin to disrupt the party   No wins, no ends, no way   that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!      {RZA}   Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams shattered   Sabas get blasted for words he packaged   Peep the sequence; crab adolescents, on his defense   Power-U niggaz talkin fast like Puerto Ricans   What you seekin, son I catch cream like Dominicans   Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin, wild as Indians   Tomahawk - Shaolin slang, the violent talk   Upstate New York, where chumps get extorted for Newports   What you thought?      {B-Real}   Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger   - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again   .. that that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again   Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger   - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again   Ease back, ease back   Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger   - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again      {Capitan Pingaloca}   Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir   Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon,    que no me persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta!    Quiero quemarte la cara!      {U-God}   Words drop in chant, the cheeky-eyed slant   I'm takin these cannabis plants yo for grant'   Exotic, narcotic, tunes slam soon   From a dune in the desert Mega-Babylon pleasure   Comin out the domepiece, smell my aroma   Warrior nomad, put you in a coma   Comma, llama, smash-crashin your armor   Drama, I'm a, stealth aircraft bomber   Here is where I dwell at the gates o' hell   It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals   And if not yo, credentials are essential   I see reality, few things surroundin me   free like a spirit, precise strikes the lyric   Not frontin or braggin, hundred percent red dragon   Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine   The globe-trotter, call me Meadowlark Lemon   Five part criminal, two part felon      {B-Real}   - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again   .. that that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again   Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger   - that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again   Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger   - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again   Ease back.. ease back..   Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger   - that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again   Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger..      {Capitan Pingaloca}   Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por television.    Todos los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo.    Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los 'singamasones',    que estan singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte   de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser sangre,    mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir,    que se va a hueler. Hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones,    que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo.    Todos son unos mismos cabrones...