Machine Ron Kelly

[intro]

[verse 1 - Cadalack Ron]

Yo

Your rig doobied down, you're useless
This Ron's new shit, the Don see exclusive
Out of body experience, watched your soul hover
Keep lyrics furious
I roll with the Brothaz, Bent out of shape
My mind-scheme bedlam
The MC Heath Ledger, take over Gotham
Call your parents

Yo

Somebody come and get 'em
All I'm staring at here is a future murder victim
I wrote the future, the past
Inspired the summers
Soft lights on the village green
Retire my number
Grey western, Wells Fargo
Drug sale, cargo
Scan my left wrist on my jail cell barcode
The beat kicked a half hour past Barstow
Kept me ridin' all week'till I see Key Largo
Hip-hop cartel, pronto, cholino
Call my dead, Loko when I fool on mi gringo
I'm a 16 spitter, Machine Ron Kelly
Baby Face Nelson when I bust on blonde bellies
Catch me leaving your crib and notice your mom sweaty
And you still don't say nothing (yeah?)
'cause you know I'm all deadly (oh)
Already, peep dime with the tall Betty
I'd take over rap music if the ghost of Biggie Smalls lets me (right)

[hook - sample from 'Sou Feliz Morrendo Assim' by Paulo 'Pan-Man' Sergio]

"Não consigo, meu amor, suportar tanta tristeza
Ao saber que eu perdi para sempre o seu carinho"

[verse 2 - Cadalack Ron]

This is brain fodder, for lyrical bank robbers
Roll your dank proper to our gangbang opera
Don't let my name stop you, move forward with your plans
Get jacked for your wallet your dope plus the rest of your Kidz
I kick 'em down 'till the homie-graph write us
Climb through downtown like some lonely black spiders
Stopped shootin' dope now I only slam cyphers
And the fact that you're phony only makes me wrap tighter...

[outro]

Great with the wisdom so they hate what I'm spitting
They could write their whole life and never take my position

... "Não consigo, meu amor, suportar tanta tristez..."

Great with the wisdom, hate what I'm spitting
They could write their whole life and never take my position