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Im the Wrong Individual
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Im the Wrong Individual was released on May 23, 2006 by Aries Music Entertainment Inc as a part of the album Devils Playground
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Release DateMay 23, 2006
LabelAries Music Entertainment Inc
LanguageSpanish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM104

Lyrics

Dog, I settle disputes with a felony shooting
The twenty five lowered was all my doing
You devised a plan to politic against
The crime novelist from the fucken west
Minister of defense, metaphorically spoken
Ese in the war room with my soldiers tokin'
This the order from a OZ to a quarter
And its the same recipe, baking soda and water
Demonic forces, satanic vengeance
Carefully screened, we surrounded by masons
The seance occult, Nazi death camp boy
Ese get the icepick if he a rat destroy
My mythic status is a piece of the puzzle
It a perilous time and I don't dread the hustle
The drums of war, reach a fervor pitch
Ese blood boil hate and paybacks a bitch
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
Doped up to the end, mystical traditions
Devilish visions, drug czar come vicious
Rabbi C-O-N, clearly demonstrates
That he don't fuck around, he just formulate
Grenade propelled, demons enter my temple
A muthafuckin' G, I'm the bill collector
So fuck your pack, you a bunch of rats
I mutilate the beat, pass the doja sack
Got a hold of forty birds and they flocked together
So me and the crew, we stay counting that cheddar
The chaos in the city, conflict of ages
Break out of cages, L.A. times front pages
So, face it, hooded priest just laced it
Seen the fucken dragon and began to chase it
So, beware muthafucker, when I cometh I'm evil
Hidden away, I draw the desert eagle
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
My chemical romance, enhance my thoughts
AK 47's hand grenades and Glocks
Bus stops, catch the enemy slipping
Homies jump out and give his ass a whipping
We stay flipping, enemigas is dying
And everybody know that you bitches is lying
Clock ticking, safe locks I'm picking
Times is shifting, so, the foe we blitzing
I'm itching, you know to squeeze the trigger
Ese wicked ass fool, some call me a sinner
Death bringer, heroin and snow
Ese muthafuckin' rabbit with narcotic flows
Spells casted and the darkness shed
Slit his throat till it was crimson red
In the wake of a leak, I'm a draw my heat
With a sinister urge to kill his ass in the street
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
I'm the wrong individual to be fucking with
Ese run your mouth and your throat get slit
Written by: Conejo
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