Lyrics: Stomper - El Mestico (Feat. Conejo)

Lyrics For Stomper's "El Mestico" Song Feat. Conejo From His "New Days New Ways" Album.



[Movie Dialogue]
Do you know what "nemesis" means?
A righteous infliction of retribution
manifested by an appropriate agent.
Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me.

[Hook: Conejo]
Mi brazo armado
Cobra nueva sangre
Singo de tortura
Una muerta macabre
Reconoce
Que te aniquiló
Retomando en flores
Siempre sido mi estilo

[Verse 1: Conejo]
I guard the temple
At all cost
If you soft You get washed
And your body get tossed
This the rough cut
Uncensored boy
Convoy was deployed
By the real McCoy
Mac 11
Legendary status
Artillery
for the apparatus
High ranking
International banking
I been through the worse
But I'm still standing
Commanding
Every human skull
With their finger on the trigger
When it's time to get pulled
I stay in line
With the ruckus
Puppet master
Revenge my justice
Fuck it
This airwave terror
Get cheddar all day
In a way more clever
Killing stones
Fire from the rocket
If you in the field
Get the fucking profit

[Hook: Conejo]
Mi brazo armado
Cobra nueva sangre
Singo de tortura
Una muerta macabre
Reconoce
Que te aniquiló
Retomando en flores
Siempre sido mi estilo

[Bridge]
Un apoyo
Logístico
O picando mi lugar
Siempre místico
Por un orden
Ese toda la plaza
You don't wanna go against
These fucking monsters

[Verse 2: Stomper]
So can you feel it?
Ese nothing can save ya
I'm with that ski-mask boy
Haters catching the vapors
Chasing papers
Sometimes your hands get bloody
Set up shop on the block
Fill my pockets with money
Keep it comin'
And keep em runnin' for cover
You's a broke muthafucka
I'm your neighborhood hustla
I got em watching
But they scared to approach me
Cause I'm ready for war
Pray to Huitzilopochtli
Get jacked
Then I bury his bones
A sacrificial ceremony
Through this microphone
Ask conejo
About that murder he wrote
Cast spells through every note
The mexica occult
Cut throat
I pack my colt .45
Kush smoke keep me high
I'm wanted dead or alive
I write a rhyme
That metaphysically hearing
Lyrical sessions of possessions
Walk and talk with the spirits

[Hook: Conejo]
Mi brazo armado
Cobra nueva sangre
Singo de tortura
Una muerta macabre
Reconoce
Que te aniquiló
Retomando en flores
Siempre sido mi estilo

[Bridge]
Un apoyo
Logístico
O picando mi lugar
Siempre místico
Por un orden
Ese toda la plaza
You don't wanna go against
These fucking monsters

[Verse 3: Conejo]
Abandoned corpse
On the road
Like it was nothin'
But a episode
That's project violence
At its best
I express what I see
Eternal rest
Holocaust
Is in my words
A weekend to a journey
That'll take you forth
To a place
You know nothin' of
Ese bullets coming down
From up above
I'll distort their face
Psycho space
With that rock cocaine
In the market place
You embrace
My routine
I'm more quick
loco unforeseen
and I can't lose
with the clock
I unlock their codes
No writers block
You can summon
To do my bidding
Clip muthafuckas
To the grave I'm thick

[Outro: Movie dialoge]
You're always gonna have problems
lifting a body in one piece.
Apparently the best thing to do
is cut up a corpse into six pieces
and pile it all together.
You gotta get rid of them,
because it's no good leaving it in the deep freeze
for your mum to discover, now is it?