Coming from the shadow of the island!
We are Winchester Yankee and Nas Escobar!
Pablo, what’s up, pa’?

Treinta-treinta (30/30), 70mm metras
Es letal, violenta
Alimenta el mental de toda mi gente completa
Fundamenta es mi letra, representa el instrumental
Rapida lenta, Winchester inventa en los noventa
Liricas respuestas para preguntas que no contestan
Como el misterio de cuando suenen la trompeta
666, sera la marca de la bestia
Directo para tu frente o a tu mano derecha
El infierno, sobre la tierra
Socio, que decia que en las calles tenia el jugo
Para a cualquier gatillo darle
Decia “Yankee, siempre vivire mi vida en grande.”
Con tanta guillaera ahora copera con lo federales
Se dejo llevar por la maldad, el chico, en todo momento
La envidia, gatillo, demonios que andan suelto
Tienen ojos y no miran como si tuvieran un bendaje
Nadie podra cerrar mis ojos espirituales
Es para el gatillero que solo piensa en maltilleo
Capea un pal de sacos para picharle al nebuleo
De momento se siente que lo pueden cojer dormido
Tiene que estar alerta asi que le mete al perico
De momento siente una persecucion enorme
No lo aguanta, corre y lo baja con la ___________
Entonce empieza el problema cuando le sueltan el fulete
Lo patea el rifle, la misma historia al inocente
Y recuerdo las palabras de quien me tuvo en su vientre
“Tu futuro depende de la siembra de tu sobra.”
Cada cual es reponsable de su cosecha y la persona
Que siembra el gatillo su fruto sera la muerte
Espada muere, al que tambien espada hiere
Impacta y mata, lirica intocable intacta
No tengo enemigos, el unico es el Satan
Canta, cosa que no sea lata-lata
Quien es el ganster
Eres guasa, guasa, guasa

Translated Version

Vindo da sombra da ilha!
Somos Winchester Yankee e Nas Escobar!
Pablo, e aí, pai?

Thirty-thirty (30/30), 70mm metras
It's lethal, it's violent
Feed the mind of all my whole people
Fundamenta is my lyrics, represents the instrumental
Slow rapid, Winchester invents in the 1990s
Liricas answers to questions that don't answer
Like the mystery of when the trumpet sounds
666, it will be the mark of the beast
Direct for your forehead or right hand
Hell, on earth
Partner, who said he had the juice on the streets.
Stop any trigger from hitting
I said, "Yankee, I'll always live my life big."
With so many guillaera now coperates with the federal
He got carried away by evil, the boy, at all times
Envy, trigger, demons that are on the loose
They have eyes and they don't look as if they have a blessing
No one can close my spiritual eyes
It's for the gatillero who only thinks of maltilleo
Capea a pal of sacks to pichare the nebuleo
At the moment it feels like you can get asleep
He's got to be alert, so he gets into the parasic.
At the moment he feels a huge chase
He can't stand it, runs and lowers it with ___________
Then the problem begins when the fulete is released
He's kicked in the rifle, the same story as the innocent.
And I remember the words of the one who had me in his womb
"Your future depends on planting your leftover."
Everyone is responsible for their harvest and the person
Who pulls the trigger his fruit will be death
Sword dies, who also sword injures
Impact and kill, untouchable lirica intact
I have no enemies, the only one is the Satan
Sing, which is not can-can
Who's the gangster
You're cool, you're cool, you're cool.