whould there ever be a Norte Vs Sur CD ?
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REAL TALK...FUCK THE BULLSHIT....THERE IS ONLY A HANDFUL OF SURENOS RAPPERS AND A HANDFUL OF NORTENO RAPPERS THAT HAVE REAL SKILLZ IN THE RAP GAME...THAT LEAVES ABOUT 200 RAPPERS OUT OF THIS CONVO....THERE WILL NEVER BE A NORTE/SUR CD SO QUIT DREAMIN....AND TO YALL FROM L.A. QUIT TALKIN ABOUT DARKROOM....THEY AIN'T THE CAMP TO USE AS AN EXAMPLE...TRY TO LOOK FURTHER AND YOU'LL FIND OUT THE REAL...
FROM A TRACK OFF MY SOLO DROPPIN SOON........
"DISTURBED"
THEY SAY YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT// SO I GUESS I'M MY OWN RIVAL// FIGHTIN WITH MYSELF UP IN MY DOME STRAIGHT HOMICIDAL// IT'S MY ARRIVAL UP IN THIS MOTHERFUCKIN RAP GAME// I'M RUNNIN OVER ANYBODY IN MY WAY// LEAVIN EM D.O.A// JUST ANOTHER DAY UP IN MY EAST BAY CITY// THAT FREMONT TOWN// WHERE WE KNOWN TO SHOW NO PITY// LEAVE A SUCKAS JAW BROKEN BLOOD LEAKIN OUT HIS NOSE// AND EVERYWHERE BIG OSO GOES YOU KNOW I'M YELLIN FUCK MY FOES// FUCK THEM HOES// FUCK THEM PO PO'S// FUCK ALL MY OPPISITION CAUSE IF YOU TAKE ME OUT I PUT THIS ON THE MONT THERE'S GONNA BE A RESURRECTION// INFECTION WITH THE SICCNESS SPILLIN OUT INTO THE STREETS// CAN'T YOU HEAR THE EVIL SCREAMS// EVERYTIME MY HEART BEATS// I'M LIKE A MOTHERFUCKIN SWITCHBLADE// I OPEN UP AND CUT FOOLS TO BITS FOR ACTING BITCHMADE// YOU KNOW AGGRESSION IS MY MIDDLE NAME// SITTIN HERE DISTURBED AND PERVED AS I SIP ON THIS LIQUOR MAN// CREEPIN THROUGH YOUR SET YEAH I'M HUNTIN FOR YA// WITH A 12 GAUGE TO BLOW YOUR HEAD RIGHT OFF YOUR SHOULDERS// DROPPIN BOULDERS ON ALL THESE SUCKAS IN MY RADIUS// THAT BIG BEAR LOC// AIN'T NO JOKE// FOOL I'M THE SHADIEST// I TRUST NO MAN// I CAN COUNT MY HOMIES ON MY RIGHT HAND// BUT THERES THOUSANDS OF SOLDIERS RIGHT NEXT TO ME THROUGHOUT THIS NORTHERN LAND// I GOT A FIXATION WITH MURDER AND DECAPITATION WITH THE INTENT TO EXTERMINATE MY ENEMIES NORTHERN MIGRATION// DIGGIN DEEP INTO A TRENCH // GETTIN READY FOR THE OPPOSITION// APPLY THE WAR PAINT ON MY FACE AND GET MYSELF INTO POSITION// I'M READY TO PUT MY LIFE ON THE LINE AND RIDE WITHOUT NO HESITATION// BOUT TO EXPOSE SOME SOULS TO FEED MY WICKED FASCINATION// THERE'S AN EPIDEMIC SWEEPIN THROUGH THE STREETS THAT'S GOT US ON THE MOVE// RAPIDLY INCREASING ARTILLERY CAUSE WE AIN'T KNOWN TO LOSE// THESE DIRTY ROACHES SPREADIN FASTER THEN THE SMELL OF AMMONIA// WE BRINGIN OUT THE WARRIORS IT'S TIME TO RIDE FOR NORTHERN KILLAFORNIA// FUCK QUANITY WE ONLY WANT THEM REAL KILLAS// THEM LUNATIC INSANE TO THE CRANIUM// CAP PEELAS// I WANT DEATH AND DESTRUCTION// I WANT MY ENEMIES RETREAT// WE GONNA LOC UP AND REPRESENT THE FACT THAT WE DON'T KNOW DEFEAT// YOU SEE WE BRINGIN THE PAIN IN EVERY SINGLE WAY THAT WE BE CAPABLE// WE AIN'T STOPPIN THIS RUNAWAY TRAIN// WE BANGIN TILL DEATH MAN IT'S UNSTOPPABLE
"DISTURBED"
THEY SAY YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT// SO I GUESS I'M MY OWN RIVAL// FIGHTIN WITH MYSELF UP IN MY DOME STRAIGHT HOMICIDAL// IT'S MY ARRIVAL UP IN THIS MOTHERFUCKIN RAP GAME// I'M RUNNIN OVER ANYBODY IN MY WAY// LEAVIN EM D.O.A// JUST ANOTHER DAY UP IN MY EAST BAY CITY// THAT FREMONT TOWN// WHERE WE KNOWN TO SHOW NO PITY// LEAVE A SUCKAS JAW BROKEN BLOOD LEAKIN OUT HIS NOSE// AND EVERYWHERE BIG OSO GOES YOU KNOW I'M YELLIN FUCK MY FOES// FUCK THEM HOES// FUCK THEM PO PO'S// FUCK ALL MY OPPISITION CAUSE IF YOU TAKE ME OUT I PUT THIS ON THE MONT THERE'S GONNA BE A RESURRECTION// INFECTION WITH THE SICCNESS SPILLIN OUT INTO THE STREETS// CAN'T YOU HEAR THE EVIL SCREAMS// EVERYTIME MY HEART BEATS// I'M LIKE A MOTHERFUCKIN SWITCHBLADE// I OPEN UP AND CUT FOOLS TO BITS FOR ACTING BITCHMADE// YOU KNOW AGGRESSION IS MY MIDDLE NAME// SITTIN HERE DISTURBED AND PERVED AS I SIP ON THIS LIQUOR MAN// CREEPIN THROUGH YOUR SET YEAH I'M HUNTIN FOR YA// WITH A 12 GAUGE TO BLOW YOUR HEAD RIGHT OFF YOUR SHOULDERS// DROPPIN BOULDERS ON ALL THESE SUCKAS IN MY RADIUS// THAT BIG BEAR LOC// AIN'T NO JOKE// FOOL I'M THE SHADIEST// I TRUST NO MAN// I CAN COUNT MY HOMIES ON MY RIGHT HAND// BUT THERES THOUSANDS OF SOLDIERS RIGHT NEXT TO ME THROUGHOUT THIS NORTHERN LAND// I GOT A FIXATION WITH MURDER AND DECAPITATION WITH THE INTENT TO EXTERMINATE MY ENEMIES NORTHERN MIGRATION// DIGGIN DEEP INTO A TRENCH // GETTIN READY FOR THE OPPOSITION// APPLY THE WAR PAINT ON MY FACE AND GET MYSELF INTO POSITION// I'M READY TO PUT MY LIFE ON THE LINE AND RIDE WITHOUT NO HESITATION// BOUT TO EXPOSE SOME SOULS TO FEED MY WICKED FASCINATION// THERE'S AN EPIDEMIC SWEEPIN THROUGH THE STREETS THAT'S GOT US ON THE MOVE// RAPIDLY INCREASING ARTILLERY CAUSE WE AIN'T KNOWN TO LOSE// THESE DIRTY ROACHES SPREADIN FASTER THEN THE SMELL OF AMMONIA// WE BRINGIN OUT THE WARRIORS IT'S TIME TO RIDE FOR NORTHERN KILLAFORNIA// FUCK QUANITY WE ONLY WANT THEM REAL KILLAS// THEM LUNATIC INSANE TO THE CRANIUM// CAP PEELAS// I WANT DEATH AND DESTRUCTION// I WANT MY ENEMIES RETREAT// WE GONNA LOC UP AND REPRESENT THE FACT THAT WE DON'T KNOW DEFEAT// YOU SEE WE BRINGIN THE PAIN IN EVERY SINGLE WAY THAT WE BE CAPABLE// WE AIN'T STOPPIN THIS RUNAWAY TRAIN// WE BANGIN TILL DEATH MAN IT'S UNSTOPPABLE
I can hear them evil voices callin my name
My mental state is at it's peak
I'm chokin you son of bitches and ditches is where you sleep
I creep through the night with daggers bow an arrows machetes
These mothauckas better be ready I'm bringing hell on them like Freddy
On daily bases I'm smashin faces not leavin traces you hate this
You're not even knowing when ever you're going to the wrong places
At the wrong time that I'm doing my krime
if you cross that line your ass is mine
I'm sneaking up from behind slashin your neck not wasting no time
My rhymes be causing dreams that cause death
Like meth I got your sprung
I got you picturin shit like dippin acid on your tongue
I hung around with crazies way before I was teen
Packing a glock not given a fuck I'm puttin an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded be vultures beggin for torture
I told all you petty fools not to fuck with this soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with pictables and axes
Mr. Shadow
My mental state is at it's peak
I'm chokin you son of bitches and ditches is where you sleep
I creep through the night with daggers bow an arrows machetes
These mothauckas better be ready I'm bringing hell on them like Freddy
On daily bases I'm smashin faces not leavin traces you hate this
You're not even knowing when ever you're going to the wrong places
At the wrong time that I'm doing my krime
if you cross that line your ass is mine
I'm sneaking up from behind slashin your neck not wasting no time
My rhymes be causing dreams that cause death
Like meth I got your sprung
I got you picturin shit like dippin acid on your tongue
I hung around with crazies way before I was teen
Packing a glock not given a fuck I'm puttin an end to all your dreams
It seems like I'm surrounded be vultures beggin for torture
I told all you petty fools not to fuck with this soldiers
I'm colding then avalanches it takes a master mind to plan this
And you're askin how I handled this with pictables and axes
Mr. Shadow
I'm in the back of the shack where the cobwebs deep
Where if I commit a crime I can rest in sleep
I drop a neutron bomb on your nursery rhymes
Crimson be the color of my dripping blood
It's an epic tale, obsolete be the coke
I officiate the omen that you weaklings want
Yes I'm jagged, I crack a case of Coronas
And ese gets to banging, puts you vatos in comas
Now we read every page of my journal
My optum on the plot makes the onslide eternal
Octagon, eight sides to my fury
I'm a fallen angel and my face is dirty
Clock work, I be combining components
I'm eratic to the point that the feds be knowing
Overnight I had them hooked on crack
These bitches got no edicate, they lay on their backs
In my juke-box I play them cemetery tunes
Obliterate your son, leave you dope fiends in blues
I raise the octave to increase the pain
I'll put a bone crushing shank through your jugular vein
Conejo
Where if I commit a crime I can rest in sleep
I drop a neutron bomb on your nursery rhymes
Crimson be the color of my dripping blood
It's an epic tale, obsolete be the coke
I officiate the omen that you weaklings want
Yes I'm jagged, I crack a case of Coronas
And ese gets to banging, puts you vatos in comas
Now we read every page of my journal
My optum on the plot makes the onslide eternal
Octagon, eight sides to my fury
I'm a fallen angel and my face is dirty
Clock work, I be combining components
I'm eratic to the point that the feds be knowing
Overnight I had them hooked on crack
These bitches got no edicate, they lay on their backs
In my juke-box I play them cemetery tunes
Obliterate your son, leave you dope fiends in blues
I raise the octave to increase the pain
I'll put a bone crushing shank through your jugular vein
Conejo