Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Buhay Cali
Performer
Marlon Abreu II
Rap
Randy Dominguez
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marlon Abreu II
Songwriter
Randy Dominguez
Songwriter
Ralph Delafuente
Songwriter
Ron Saura
Songwriter
Nick Grosshuesch
Songwriter
Elvis Balatero
Songwriter
Stephen Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dash Shamash
Producer
Lyrics
Keep my piece in the tuck peace on my cuff with my fist up
Got to shooting they little shots but they missed us
Huh
Hip Hop I know you missed us
Gave them they little fifteen minutes but now that shits up
Sound Trippin have ya ear dripping with the sick funk
Simpletons get rinsed up goin gainst us
Roll a forest of Minnie ripperton chorus in my blunt
So don't subscribe to likes them hypes boring to us
Fuck gaining respect
Imma strangle you to death just to show you I'm a pain in the neck
You facing the best and that has always been the dilemma
You muthafuckas see me butcher emcees without Griselda
Listen fella. It's time to settle the score
You bitches destined to fall if you pathetic with bars
You muthafuckas get sent to the morgue
Imma stab you so many times, ya grandkids inherit the scars
I spit casket bars polished hard as some hickory
Land on Mars demolish stars I'm the tip of the
Spear of antiquity since times of the shoguns
We stick meat and flip these beats rhymes and no ones
Be gypsy and skip town write notes down and rip sounds
Move mach 3 thru barriers destroyed when we hit town
Spray clowns to get down we spit rounds so damagin
So drunk I'm barely managing still slump you into mannequins
MK Trilogy A village wanna pillage me
Im dodging pitchforks Devil's Son, get rid of me
Machine fist to glass heads
We the type to pass gents
My arm a cannon then convert to jets overhead
Decade after decade diluting all the membrane
Aroen spacing out Spain with the butane!
Whose game? Who's the prey? Who really pray? Who wanna play with Buhay?
We do this all day
You cant walk around my hood
I'm sorry here i am king
You know everything i got is all underneath the mink
I got sauce by abundance I'm drippin like wily wonka
You ain't fuckin wit ma click soundtrippin mothher fucker
Homie what
Dont be mad boi boi
Its not that serious
Get off ur feelings get your money right
Dont be envious
dont be delirious
You too focus on a bitch
Spitta verse like a slap up in yo mofuckin cheeks
Certified homicidal rap on this bomb track
You can try but you can't hide from this contact
I tackle fools line backing dude a live action crew
Show me some love and I'll be sure to slide some back to you
My rhymes are absolute but no vodka
in my cup it's enough to to transform us into monsters
Theres no way to stop us mic steel colossus
A life filled with losses might feel unconscious
Written by: Elvis Balatero, Marlon Abreu II, Nick Grosshuesch, Ralph Delafuente, Randy Dominguez, Ron Saura, Stephen Murphy
