Illpack Debe Morir - Elphomega, Capaz

Ill is on, the ill is on

The ill is on, the ill is on!

Qué ganas tengo de echar mano a los cuellos

De esos Rafael y Sergio, dejar sus caras como un sello

Aplastar sus sesos contra el mármol

Excesos de esos, dar su sexo a los cerdos

Ah, nos armamos y blindan mi limousine

Tengo mis huevos, mis perros, soldaos, vigías

Un untouchable king con un untouchable dream

Por eso que Illpack debe morir ya

Malditos PH y Cap, son un binomio letal

Chafarán tu clan y te levantan a la zorra

Como a Frank López, son super limpiadores en el micro

Impunes moscas en tu hocico

Tus nubes, tus Lunes, tú subes

A tu coche una mañana y ¿quién sabe?, yo te lo pago con un Julian Schnabel

Quiero la piel de esos fisgones, al agua y entre tiburones

Amo el poder y sus exhibiciones

El Illpack, mira, debe morir

Hay que atrapar a estos mcs, son la crema de aquí

No tienen límites, son reales artífices

Sarros con la oreja puesta por si hay frunces

Suenan bien los buffers, traen el estrés

Quiero que los trinquéis, hoy sería menester

Dispararé mi plomo, bailarán como Fred Astaire

Saben tós los trucos pa escapar, tú sólo ten

Cuidado con los dos, hacen que explotéis

Quiero que los cojáis, son nuestro azote

Vaya pasote, chico, me están jodiendo, estoy frito

Por despellejarlos, ver trocitos, ver cachitos

De Elpho, Cap y Narko, todo en un saco

A la bañera y nitro, son episodios del oficio

Vayan cabrones al edificio y de allí sáquenlos

Empleen toda munición, muerte es la definición

Ill is on, the ill is on

The ill is on, the ill is on!

Son sabuesos fantasma, vigila tu nuca

Rebanan tu garganta en finas chips de yuca

Doblamos la seguridad y las malas noticias

Incendios, caen hombres en bios, me asfixian

Esos tíos, violencia grindhouse, sino fijaos

Ensalada de tiros y golpes, miembros amputaos en el lote

Tó burraco, chalao muy blanco liando el taco

O te has visto así antes, ¿eh?, en tó el tomate, ale

Envien ninjas con jaris, cada flow es un rally

Urbe citiada, estos tíos saben

Mascan el chicle con habilidad

Tan ágil van que hacen paw en tus cristales

Llegan, sombras asesinas dejan de propina sus encías

Perdemos hombres y mercancía, ¿qué hacemos?

Son todo gastos, ganan el plato

Soldados hi-techs cortaos por partes, quemaos por lighters

Zippos, demonios con sus requisitos

Así es el Illpack, chico, así es el Illpack cinco

Ill is on, the ill is on

The ill is on, the ill is on!

Ill is on, the ill is on

The ill is on, the ill is on!

How I want to lay hands on the necks

Of those Rafael and Sergio, leave their faces like a stamp

smash their brains against the marble

Excesses of those, give your sex to pigs

Ah, we arm ourselves and armor my limousine

I have my eggs, my dogs, soldiers, lookouts

An untouchable king with an untouchable dream

That's why Illpack must die now

Damn PH and Cap, they are a lethal pairing

They will crush your clan and raise the bitch

Like Frank López, they are super cleaners in the micro

Unpunished flies in your snout

Your clouds, your Mondays, you go up

To your car one morning and who knows? I'll pay you with a Julian Schnabel

I want the skin of those snoopers, in the water and among sharks

I love power and its displays

The Illpack, see, must die

You have to catch these mcs, they are the cream of here

They have no limits, they are real artificers

Sarros with the ear on in case there are wrinkles

The buffers sound good, they bring the stress

I want you to rattle them, today it would be necessary

I'll shoot my lead, they'll dance like Fred Astaire

They all know the tricks to escape, you just have

Be careful with both of them, they make you explode

I want you to catch them, they are our scourge

What a jerk, boy, they're fucking me, I'm fried

To skin them, see little pieces, see little pieces

From Elpho, Cap and Narko, all in one sack

To the bathtub and nitro, they are episodes of the trade

Go bastards to the building and get them out of there

Use all ammunition, death is the definition

Ill is on, the ill is on

The ill is on, the ill is on!

They're ghost hounds, watch your neck

They slice your throat into thin cassava chips

We double security and bad news

Fires, men fall in bios, they suffocate me

Those guys, grindhouse violence, but look

Shot and hit salad, amputated limbs in the batch

Tó burraco, very white chalao rolling the taco

Or have you seen yourself like this before, huh?, in all the tomato, ale

Send ninjas with jaris, every flow is a rally

Cited city, these guys know

They chew gum skillfully

They are so agile that they paw on your crystals

They arrive, murderous shadows leave to tip their gums

We lose men and merchandise, what do we do?

They are all expenses, they earn the plate

Hi-tech soldiers cut for parts, burn for lighters

Zippos, hell with their requirements

That's the illpack, boy, that's the illpack five

Ill is on, the ill is on

The ill is on, the ill is on!