Joell Ortiz, !llmind, Bodega Bamz, Chris Rivers, Emilio Rojas - Latino Pt. 2 lyrics

Cry first and laugh last
Television was on, we never had dads
And the city was flooded with mad crack
Cause they experiment on minorities
Like we lab rats
Priorities, it's fuck authority
A man that can stand on
His own and show maturity
I ain't ever ask for a loan
I've been supportin' me
Takin' cash from hoes like a sorority
Oh yeah they comin' for your life
Con Ed, I'm comin' for your light
It's bonded, I'm livin' out of spite
You ain't bleed then it
Wasn't worth the fight
I'm givin' y'all bread and water
Ah bread and water all they get
And it ain't shakin' no hands
So fuck your politics
This isn't makin' a band
I burn a lot of bridges down
Then I played in the ash
Like fuck a following
All we ever wanted was good
Pussy and credit scores
Their own cars is better than
All our rentals are i'm sick of y'all
Dudes switchin' and gettin' hot
Like Bruce Jenner and menopause
Ain't never told us detox the senators
I say they sent us to detox the criminals
So the minute that we pop his genitals
Emilio ain't gon' ever fall, I told y'all

Everybody pressin' charges
They ain't change where I'm from
It's no game, even Ndamukong Suh
Connect try to keep me out the loop
It's canine proof, all my birds in the coop
Niggas wanna see me in the cage (but why?)
My lawyer gets surprised with
The money I save (ching ching)
I'm low like Fetty Wap's left eye
I coulda sworn I saw Left Eye in Best Buy
Nike slippers
Read the paper on the milk crates
Sippin' Arizona
I got stripes like a Zebra Cake
Believe me, fast money like a relay
Shopped in SoHo when Prince
Street had replays
>D day?<, I love my heritage
And fuck the race
If you real you my relative
Why so sensitive?
The revolution will be tele-vized
Excuse the grammar, I'm a ghetto kid
My grandma still alive and all 11 kids
Only my father made it
Let's reminisce another time
Bought a watch with these bars to kill time
Sick in the head, now that's an ill mind
Shine like a d-d-diamante since young
I said one day I'd have a Lambo
Not a Hyundai
I kill for these stacks like Jimmy Caan
Wait let a G win like the Padres
Let a G win like Tony's last name
Who played first base for San Diego
Had to break it down
Fuck the cops, we gotta triumph
Fight for Freddie right now
It's about to be more riots
They wanna kill the youth when
They need more guidance
With more violence you can
Only expect more defiance
It's hard to be vocal when they
Shoot you up and choke you
Die unexpected if the wrong one approach you
Sharpton ain't doin' enough
Where's all the leaders?
Breakin' the same laws
We follow how they teach us
I never seen a thug win a million with Regis
Or a single mother from the ghetto either
Fuck y'all

It's a small island in the
Caribbean that we be in
Goes by the name of Puerto Rico

Nigga the champ is here
Cassius Clay in his prime
The Mike Tyson, Bruce Lee
Stephen Hawking of rhymes
Combined with Einstein's mind and then
Refined like it's wine i write divine lines
I fill my time by feelin' these dimes
Fill my satisfaction with valid
Rappin' and Magnum clappin'
Fact I haven't felt emotions that's
Potent since daddy's passin'
I'm the Marilyn Manson of pattern
Relax in baths of acid
I got True Religion jeans
If I kill you it's act of passion
I'm a dragon rap admiral
Managing slapping your laterals
Aptitude is ample to pass all the rap masters
Who master it
Cracking ribs like >clashing mandible?<
Put you in the earth
What it's worth you can act natural
The pragmatical mathematical rappin' cannibal
Who ramp with animals
Bronx nigga that has an attitude
You see my avenue is compatible
With a battle room i never sold crack
Just wrote dope lines to handle you
Package that, I got the Cadillac of flows
Cataracs these hoes cause I'm
Soundin' like platinum gold
You never see a ghost
That's what me and my dad was told
So now I'm pickin' up the torch
While these labels haggle my soul
Y'all can suck the undercuts of my
Nuts while I take a shit only spend nights
I don't gotta know what patience is
All you niggas bitches
To exist you gotta take my rent
Blow your fuckin' head off clean bro
Save the witness

Latino, I'm that and I'm proud
If you don't know us, let me tell you about
Niggas that slam their dominoes loud
Let you see copy cheek choffy
Cherry coco, peña drip 'til your teeth sloppy
Hustlers become connects when they need papis
Nissan, Honda, Chevy on the back block
Runnin' routes with the bow bow
In the stash box
When I speak it's chop yaow
I'm a New Yorican
Calderon on the phone, I'm in Loiza creepin'
Y'all hangin' on resorts to just chill
I'm in the 'caserios' take a
Walk down the hill one way in, one way out
Where y'all all could get killed
Leave them niggas alone
That's how the officers feel
Nigga, my people, beach
98 gettin' our tan on
Slippers walkin' on Orchard
Hittin' the sand strong
But plan wrong, it will transform
Wet you then find a Jet Blue out to San Juan
We don't look for parties
The party's wherever we go
Turn the corner section to the 4th of Julio
Too much to fit in one 16
So let me cook like the festival on 1 16
Mean, my career's been like one sick dream
A nightmare, scary how I does this thing
You ain't elite, I'm made of deep
God thought he was stuntin'
When he created me
Rap's Bobby Fischer, nigga please
Take a seat
I made you in three moves: ink, paper, beat
Y'all keep playin', nigga, we play for keeps
Stop claimin' to be what my
Eyes don't see though
Every verse I spit, you get an 'ay dios mio'
This time with my amigos, Latinos