Let Me in (Volen Sentir Secret Technique) - South Bloom

Look I ain't never been afraid to tell how I really feel Nunca, I think everybody should know that Yo creo que todos debemos de saber eso Fuckin' ought to know, yo I gotta tell these chicks a lot of times, mira Tu estas actuando en una manera muy mala Bien mala y no me importa ya, I gotta let ya know Let 'em know. Here we go, digale a la gente, primo Gotta let you know for real. Son drop that Siempre me encuentro con la mujer equivocada A superficial mami con la alma comprada Yo I'm sick of stupid chicks que hablan de nada Let's got to my house conversacion acabada Yeah we can fuck but you gotta go after manana You walking bowlegged porque te deje clavada Don't ever talk shit about niggaz and get enojada There's a reason that you never been properly amada Cause you fuck niggaz and suck dick como si nada Para la porqueria and save the drama Don't come to the fucking club con una actitud mala You've been drinking too much Bacardi and smoking lala Escuchame senorita, if you don't respect yourself Don't expect respect from anyone else Don't expect un hombre to support you with wealth Go to college and be successful, do it for delft Nunca vas a ser shit without knowledge your self Mamis with cultural ineptitude are bad for your health That's the type of mujer that I put back on the shelf And go back to the pack crowd to look for somebody else Adios, check it We keep it moving properly No me importa lo que haces, ain't no way of stopping me Moving through property, like I own every monopoly Smoking broccoli, compartiendo ideologies Pero solamente pasa on special occasions When beautiful intelligent mamis stay blazing (Stay blazing!) Y ahora for you motherfucking niggaz Yo... si Immortal Technique the resurrected Che Guevara But y'all cats are just a bunch of fake Tony Montana I bring drama like revolucion Cubana And block stages like my last name was Santana Como puedes comparar your anterouch to my squad You motherfucker is faker than resurrection full of bud Don't try to be hard cuz I don't stress faked fellas I'll burn your house down and empty the clip of tu abuela Mucha gente try to convince everyone that they trife Hablando mierda but you never shot a gun in your life Siempre gritando how you keep it real in the cife But most of your rappers can't even keep it real with your wife I'll sacrifice you puto cabron for running his mouth Car-jack you and kidnap you in front of your house And while you tied up by that shotgun while I'm driving down south I'll push the pedal to setenta and kick you the fuck out Solamente to look back and have something to laugh about I doubt that you really want Technique as an enemigo Fuck with me I'll make your people turn up desaparecido My estilo es Chupa Camaro Y Zapatista I'm a revel soldier murdering rap artistas Colombian neck-tile MC hasta la vista Taking over the fucking country like socialita Cobardes, yo We keep it moving properly No me importa lo que haces, ain't no way of stopping me Moving through property, like I own every monopoly I'll broad your fucking brain out and spread your philosophy This is if te pones celoso motherfucker is watching me I don't make threats bitch lo que hablo es prophecy De verdad, para que toda la gente sepa que no me importa Cuanta mierda ustedes hablan o cuanta mierda I still be on my job. Forever, I'll still be here I'll still be doing my thing. Para siempre. Cojudo Para siempre. I'll be in anybody's parade Immortal Technique, se ha acabado la mierda.

Just to want it And not to need it Makes me let it fall But then you let me in And I don't want it But you made me believe it So do I really? Do I really want? If you could you keep it together For a moment in time Then you'd see that I'd be Your excuse for a lover Your own mountain to climb You would see Woah I left my shoes under your bed But I left my body outside How did I make it back into this mess? I kept telling myself the temptations would do me in And they did If you could you keep it together For a moment in time Then you'd see that I'd be Your excuse for a lover Your own mountain to climb You would see Woah If you could you keep it together For a moment in time Then you'd see that I'd be Your excuse for a lover Your own mountain to climb You would see Woah And I think I see this happening again From my lonely point of view See every time that I see you I know this will happen again If you could keep it together For a moment in time Then you'd see that I'd be

Get that Bag Getro Comin' for the NextLane I got way too many Fucking holes in the wall Because my brain dead dad Sat dead in the Dead in the fall (Brain dead dad sat dead in the, dead in the) Had an epiphany I bought her Tiffany She think that she like diamonds Showed her diamond rings Fucked up myself on pills Don't call my cellphone please Unless it's 9-11, and an emergency Tell me what she gon' do with me now I miss those days When we would fool around Stay up aloud by the phone Let me in, Let me go I do not know how to love But if you could show me the road Yeah, the high school days They're dead and gone I got a new bad bitch That I don't want It sucks that I got Way too many fucking holes in the wall Because my brain dead dad Sat dead in the fall You know that we're not Better off when we're alone (She said that she don't want it) If you can't hop on a plane Then I'm running, I'm running Swear to God that I'm running Had an epiphany I bought her Tiffany She think that she like diamonds Showed her diamond rings Fucked up myself on pills Don't call my cellphone please Unless it's 9-11, and an emergency Tell me what she gon' do with me now I miss those days When we would fool around 'Cause all I am is yours But you don't have the time for me