'99
Is the Y-O-YO DOJO
The click that I rep'
El año 1.999
En Caracas sonaba "La Corte" y "187"
Daba mis primeros trazos en las paredes
Me iniciaba en el breakin', escuchaba Dilated
Eran los tiempos de Larkin y Cal Ripken
Los Pistons de Thomas, los Bulls con Scottie Pippen
Usaba monos Adidas y Hilfiger
A penas soltaba rimas, hasta que llegó Dann Niggas, my nigga
Pisé mi primera tarima, crew con la mano arriba
La negra en primera fila
Remembranzas que te empañan la pupila
Al saber que ahora soy las voz de América Latina (One o' the illest)
Son más de quince, desde entonces
He pasado del boombap, al drumless, al concious
I'm still on the top y no creo que me alcancen
Lo juro por la memoria del Canser
All my Ninjazz in hell, from here to overthere
Lemme see y'all break yo' neck 'n put yo' hands in the air
All my Ninjazz in hell, from here to overthere
Lemme see y'all break yo' neck 'n put yo' hands in the air
Is the Y-O-Y-O DOJO, the clique that I rep, uh, original boom bap
Yeah, huele a spray cuando tengo el mic
You kno' what I'm about, el orgullo del underground
Oye la buena mierda, sounds like a Maybach
Pasé noches en vela, now I'm gettin' the payback
A Rap god? Maybe, but a Hip-Hop saver
Conservador del Latino flava' (Fo'real)
You understand the message?
Sólo recuérdalo
Wanna beef with CMS?
Mejor piénsalo
We keep in fight, Baja Vida fo' life
Graffiti writers goin' wild for the night (Wild for the night)
Preparen sus dispositivos auditivos
I'm ready to blast! Como solo Guru lo dijo
We bring the Drama; somos los dueños del sonido
The realest know that I'm a b-boy que lo mantiene vivo
You fake rappers, You ain't stop us
We'll make it happen, keep it classic fo' the real hip-hoppers
You fake rappers, You ain't stop us
We'll make it happen, keep it ill, fo' the real!
All my Ninjazz in hell, from here to overthere
Lemme see y'all break yo' neck 'n put yo' hands in the air
All my Ninjazz in hell, from here to overthere
Lemme see y'all break yo' neck 'n put yo' hands in the air
Is the Y-O-Y-O DOJO, the clique that I rep, uh, original boom bap
Huele a spray cuando tengo el mic
You kno' what I'm about
The click that I rep'
El año 1.999
En Caracas sonaba "La Corte" y "187"
Daba mis primeros trazos en las paredes
Me iniciaba en el breakin', escuchaba Dilated
Eran los tiempos de Larkin y Cal Ripken
Los Pistons de Thomas, los Bulls con Scottie Pippen
Usaba monos Adidas y Hilfiger
A penas soltaba rimas, hasta que llegó Dann Niggas, my nigga
Pisé mi primera tarima, crew con la mano arriba
La negra en primera fila
Remembranzas que te empañan la pupila
Al saber que ahora soy las voz de América Latina (One o' the illest)
Son más de quince, desde entonces
He pasado del boombap, al drumless, al concious
I'm still on the top y no creo que me alcancen
Lo juro por la memoria del Canser
All my Ninjazz in hell, from here to overthere
Lemme see y'all break yo' neck 'n put yo' hands in the air
All my Ninjazz in hell, from here to overthere
Lemme see y'all break yo' neck 'n put yo' hands in the air
Is the Y-O-Y-O DOJO, the clique that I rep, uh, original boom bap
Yeah, huele a spray cuando tengo el mic
You kno' what I'm about, el orgullo del underground
Oye la buena mierda, sounds like a Maybach
Pasé noches en vela, now I'm gettin' the payback
A Rap god? Maybe, but a Hip-Hop saver
Conservador del Latino flava' (Fo'real)
You understand the message?
Sólo recuérdalo
Wanna beef with CMS?
Mejor piénsalo
We keep in fight, Baja Vida fo' life
Graffiti writers goin' wild for the night (Wild for the night)
Preparen sus dispositivos auditivos
I'm ready to blast! Como solo Guru lo dijo
We bring the Drama; somos los dueños del sonido
The realest know that I'm a b-boy que lo mantiene vivo
You fake rappers, You ain't stop us
We'll make it happen, keep it classic fo' the real hip-hoppers
You fake rappers, You ain't stop us
We'll make it happen, keep it ill, fo' the real!
All my Ninjazz in hell, from here to overthere
Lemme see y'all break yo' neck 'n put yo' hands in the air
All my Ninjazz in hell, from here to overthere
Lemme see y'all break yo' neck 'n put yo' hands in the air
Is the Y-O-Y-O DOJO, the clique that I rep, uh, original boom bap
Huele a spray cuando tengo el mic
You kno' what I'm about
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Writer(s): Russell Vitale
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