Summits of the Americas

[Produced by SL'9] [Verse 1] A chance to pursuit Resume to peal the fucking passage of Pablo Escobar Hundred miles give the fucking service Record, make a break for it Take the ulterior, scold your craft Skedaddle this disorder rhythm Remain a loft; you could be the judge of that Extensive with this shit, what about if it shakes out and Begin the process To employed a scrolling list Empty the 9 in when I’m rhyming Fuck I’m sure I show the legion is inferior Yo Felipe take em over Move them motherfukers Above the radar bitch, oh so hand it over Till we rolling all over the roads Of course, I cross across a dirty cop Cover his head Leave his body brutally murder, lurking cause I look like this Hold your horses, watch me grip my left scrotum Cause I’m bigger than shit I’m bigger than this Bitch, being well prepare for your news How to use one third of niggas Scuffing keep your cool pack your mules Brush your lint off you’re trap straight ahead I put these mutherfuckers shaking instead Leave them flat since you brought your daughters and sons in the back Feel me? No you don’t You ready to catch your dishes in them [Verse 2] Is the season for asylum niggas; I see you nigga Didn’t wear a cross but fuck it Sinister niggas gonn cross it See man, I seen the semen slip but she ain't swelling yet Still directly inside Until I clear the stage Retreat the mics, we all the same What he said? Extraterrestrial Came to kill the fucking present days Pull up to Guayaquil with his fucking favorite pen You really ain't gonn do anything Efer Ely with this Hip-hop Bitch