With El Presidente's new campaign against the cartel,
their activities are being pushed into the forefront.
Large payments,
deliveries,
whispers of a political takeover.
Hey yo, Bone, drop the sample, man.
Hey yo, Hemsy, you got your guitar plugged in?
All right.
Hey yo,
Rudy,
I need you to come in with the hi-hats,
real smooth, you know, ease up on it.
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah.
And AJ,
drop that funky bass line, man.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Platinum Studios proudly presents,
live and direct,
y'all know the sound,
the cartello.
Hello.
Yeah.
Hey yo,
Navigator,
you know this beat be banging,
right?
It's how we rock and roll, you know.
Hey yo, light the dro, blow it out the window.
The truth is back to speak,
the street sound,
this lingo.
Pin polos like flamingos, spend gangster cream.
Chasing gangster dreams with that gangster lean.
This that gangster theme,
got you hooked like a drug.
Ain't gotta catch a slug to know that there's a thug inside the saw.
Most times I'm a chill cat,
cross the line,
you know the drill.
I make you lean back, best believe that I smile.
Now what you think?
My peeps all in place, all I gotta do is wink.
Now you don't wanna go swimming at this hour.
I don't slurp the fight,
but most certainly not a coward.
So I suggest y'all really don't test.
Big dreams will put me down,
better put it to rest.
This your flest, undisputed, no contest.
I state fly, F.L.I.
and I'm still the best dressed, yes!
If it flies your kite, it's all right by me,
but thanks for show.
Your dudes can ride like me.
Be floatin' just like me,
but you ain't tight like me.
If you had a troll,
blows you couldn't fight like me.
If it flies, your kite, it's all right by me.
But thanks for show.
Your dudes can ride like me.
Be floatin' just like me,
but you ain't tight like me.
If you had a troll,
blows you couldn't fight like me.
What kind of cartel would have you in front of its office?
The thing that I had to do for a goddamn cartel.
Sweet.
The battle of Pacero, your fleets gon' sink.
Defeated,
depleted,
size of your crew gon' shrink.
They call me Swayze, it can only wait.
You get tighter,
once you get yourself a team of talent and go swat us.
Bring a squad of firefighters,
cause you will get burnt.
I call it spade,
it's spade,
man,
that's my two cents worth.
Now I rest my case,
damn,
y'all dudes ain't worth.
My time you stuck in lower class,
I'm sitting out for burnt.
If it flies, you're kite, it's alright by me.
One thing's for sure,
y'all dudes can't ride like me.
Be floating just like me,
but you ain't tight like me.
If you had a troll,
blows,
you couldn't fight like me.
If it flies, you're kite, it's alright by me.
One thing's for sure,
y'all dudes can't ride like me.
Be floating just like me,
but you ain't tight like me.
If you had a troll,
blows,
you couldn't fight like me.
I need you, boy, strong and willing.
You know, Al,
I had to be a little sleeping around,
and it means that the cartels might have gotten something.
Yo, love is a passion, knowledge is power.
I was a smart kid, but college was sour.
I came in short on interest and credit hour,
but still I freestyle what you write for half an hour.
I freestyle what you like for half an hour.
I freestyle what you mic for half an hour.
And when you hear the drumming,
you probably see me coming.
Then hear the cheekies coming,
Nicki like,
ee-ee coming.
Cunning and hella stunning.
Dropping the best quotes,
while I'm swimming in the women like the breast stroke.
Right stroke,
left stroke,
what's the best stroke?
Death stroke, tongue all down the throat.
You call it plagiarism, I call it tribute.
Recite the best from the best,
how could that be rude?
It's only right that Frank White,
he be rank right.
See me freestyle with dead rappers when I can't write.
If it flies your kite, it's all right by me.
One thing's for sure,
your dudes can write like me.
Be flowing just like me,
but you ain't tight like me.
If you had a troll blows,
you couldn't fight like me.
Yo,
we done told you how to do it right.
Cartello, hello.
2005 and forever.
This the sound right here.
Too bad,
we back.
We just getting started again, man.
It's been a long time coming.
We raised the levels again.
Elevated the game, man.
Well,
the Cartello aren't the nicest of guys,
are they?
However,
you've passed the test.
Rebirth into reality.
Nah, nah, it ain't over yet.
We gonna keep playing.
We got the boss, man.
I might eat some Oma on the keyboards.
And to all you ladies out there,
you know I got the love Jones for y'all.
And if you will,
please allow me to read my favorite poem.
Say baby,
can I be your slave?
I gotta admit girl, you the rich girl
and I'm digging your block of graves.
Now do they call you Belcher to the spinning poster?
Or maybe Queen of two ties and moons?
Sister to the distant yet rising star.
Is your name Yimmy?
Ah, hell nah, it's got to be Ocean.
Ooh,
is that a smile that I put in your face,
child?
Wide as a field of jasmine and globa.
Talk that talk, honey.
Walk that walk, money.
Hand and legs that'll spank Jehovah.
Who
am I?
Well, it's not important.
But they call me brother to the night.
And right about now,
I'm the blues in your left thigh.
Trying to become the funk in your right.
Who am I?
I'll be whoever you say.
But right now, I'm the sight rape hunter.
Blindly pursuing you as my prey.
And I just want to give you injections of sublime
erections and get you to dance to my rhythm.
Make you dream archetypes of black angels in flight.
Upon wings of distorted,
contorted,
metaphoric jizz.
Come on, Slim.
Yo, man, I ain't worried about him.
It's you who I want to step to my scene.
Because rather than deal with the fallacy of this dry ass reality,
I'd rather dance and romance your sweet ass in a wind dream.
Who am I?
Well, they call me brother to the night.
And right now, I'm the blues in your left thigh.
Trying
to become the funk in your right.
Is that all right?
Yeah.
Come on now.
Ladies
and gentlemen,
we have come to the end of the show.
It's been a real pleasure entertaining y'all.
You've been a wonderful audience.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Cartello.
Hello.
What's up, what's up?
This here MC Bamba boy.
And right about now,
me I wanna say me just got the new 2FAT album.
And I'm feeling a real boy.
It's smoking hot.
The cartello flows on top right now.
Riding with the 2FAT family.
Pick up to JFK, Joe Flazo, and Q-Chill Malik.
This MC Bamba boy representing the massive.
And this has been a live and direct entertainment from the cartello.
Cartello.
From KR to Asia and the worldwide massive boy.
Boy.
Boy.
Boy.
Boy.