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Criminal
80
Hardcore Rap
Criminal was released on January 3, 2021 by UPANDON1 as a part of the album Hydra
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AlbumHydra
Release DateJanuary 3, 2021
LabelUPANDON1
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chosin Few
Chosin Few
Performer
Erick Alvarado
Erick Alvarado
Rap
Marlon Gutierrez
Marlon Gutierrez
Rap
Miguel Moràn
Miguel Moràn
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simon Heath
Simon Heath
Composer, Lyrics
Erick Alvarado
Erick Alvarado
Songwriter
Marlon Gutierrez
Marlon Gutierrez
Songwriter
Miguel Moràn
Miguel Moràn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Comma Dee
Comma Dee
Producer

Lyrics

Look, it's the motherfucking chosen few
Look
I don't think they can do what I can
I'm so hype, might fight my hype man
Who's scared to fight, take flight, won't bystand?
Need a bitch to fuck like Barbra Streisand
I got a nice plan, let's go over to ice, I ain't talking Iceland
Yeah that bitch nice, but I bet she triflin'
Hope I drive right, 'cause they're flashing
Lights, and I ain't got my license
I am so high, how do I land?
I am that guy, you bow when I stand
Proud to rock the crowd with side to side hands
Try to get the crown up out of my hands
Feel it in my bones, I belong at the top
Feel like I prove a point every song that I drop
Lil Rock is patrón, got Patrón on the rocks
What's wrong with you ops on the phone with the cops?
Home alone, tryna bone with a thot
I just want the dome then I'm gone, what you thought?
We in the zone, now you clones finna flop
Four stones for the throne, heat I'm blowing up the spot
This that bounce back, yeah I'm around that
If they need it, then I got it, then I bounce back
Get the money, I got work, I got ounces
She never seen pounds, so she quick to undress
Mo' money, mo' hate, guess the ground wet
Bloody Mary, I ain't tripping, get an omelet
Bomb threat, I was shaded in the islands
Don't talk, don't say shit, stay silent
Islands, been surrounded by violence
Jealousy is fuckery, don't allow it
I'm a plug with a plug, I ain't lying
Shooting range was the alley, target practice
Far from average, shout out to my savage
Product of the ghetto, man I love my environment
And it's money over everything by the way
And it's money over bitches on my dying day
Let the microphone explode, treble got me in my zone
Feel them high hats kicking, bass keep fucking up the show
Let me talk a little slow, complicate this little flow
'Bout to travel 'round the world, drop the bomb and then I blow
Check it, alive and well, won't fail, prevail, I'm blessed
This skill is heaven sent, I kill my wicked thoughts, excel
The scorching flames, yes the ice cold brain
The chosen gang, my holy name
Bitch this Daylyt, bread, don't seek the fame
Lord forgive me, I been sinning since a little adolescence
Stealing liquor from the cubby of my daddy's fucking dresser
I might go and press ya, feel it on a Smith & Wesson
Got me howling to the moon, it's the lycan, the last descendant
Raining down, bring the storm, Armageddon it's on
I wait for midnight to strike, and out of sight I transform
It's lost city of the angels, since the day I was born
It's South Central motherfucker, 'til the day that I mourn, ho
Written by: Erick Alvarado, Marlon Gutierrez, Miguel Moràn, Simon Heath
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