Majid:

I got the recipe to be the greatest mc you see

My tongue is sword my ammunition the vocabulary

I'm the type you just sit back and listen

when I've heard enough of your shit

I take your mind to prison

cause when I drop my poetry everybody gets frantic

I put you down bitch like the ice did Titanic

I handle this ruff rugged and raw

I do a lot of crazy shit cause I like to explore

take things to a limit that's definitely unheard

watch your speakers as the air gets filled with verbs

hit the curb cause you getting something you don't deserve

ugly as a mother fucker like the singer from the Verve

Todos me miran reconocen este estilo

siempre en español en la cima yo estoy fijo

latino orgulloso con formulas que complican

tu formula de pensar sin saber que significan

representar es fundamental, es algo que siempre hago

pase lo que pase tengo outland por mi lado

ven conmigo y déjame enseñarte el camino

y descifrarte las entrañas

de este laberinto formado con palabras

soy representante de un sonido

que queda para la historia

clavado en tu memoria

personaje carismático, como Napoleón

discantar estos versos es mi profesión



Acorn:

I come right-n-exact with a mighty impact

The name is Acorn

Blasting´ off roofs when I brainstorm

Don't stay calm

Never forget it, kid, prospects are limitless

pathetic kids, y'all careers are as short as a minute is

Let it be dark for a minute,

when I kick yo ass it'll spark in it,

You'll never receive a medallion with a mic carved in it,

often it is cats like you I feed my rancor with

You shouldn't have been a poet, but a dancer, kid

The only things bugging´ me be the eternal Q´s,

so now I search for tools that make fire,

so I can be burning´ crews, at first I chew

ya nerves in two, then I turn into

a pyromaniac and serve ya crew wit hell

till they desert in two, I bring out the worst in you,

make you turn baby like some perverts do,

I'll keep being annoying till the earth is thru breathing

and Armageddon comes bursting thru,

Outland and A make you run home early like if you had

a curfew... WHUT!

Me dhashatkard

Jab phi kareeb na hona bekhabarr

Warna kalam karrde ka je sultan tera sarr

Tu mujhse darr

Na larna warna kaat doon ka teri jarr

Kacha jobake tujhe phaink do ka

Waqas ali se na le banga

Tu guli ka lafanga me hoon jadookarr

Eik nazar se tujhe na raib kia

To mera naam waqas nahi

Tere baas sans nahi pyas nahi

Mere saat jang karne ke liye tere baas hatiyarr nahi

Abey tu sonn

Tu ga nahi sakta mere gunn

Mujh chasa banna chata hai kute tu hoga tunn

Dekho zara eik baat zara bata tu hai kia shay

Janta nahi ke dhashatkard hoon me

Eik rhalat nazar se mujhe dekh me tujhe jala doon

Ye bata doon ke mei hoon wo kala jadoon

Harr eik jang ki bazi mei me tujhe hara doon

Zindagi ke bare me eik do cheeze tujhe bata doon



(Translated)

I'm a terrorist

Whenever you near

Don't be unaware

Or this sultan cut´ll cut your head of

Be afraid don't step or I'll separate you from your roots

Eat you raw and spit you out

Waqas ali is not the one to mess with

You just a street punk

And I'm a magician

If I don't make you vanish with one stare then change my name

You ain't got the breath it takes

You ain't got thirst it takes

To go to war with me you ain't got the weapon it takes

Yo listen you cant sing my song

Wanna be just like me you must be high

Look at yourself then tell me what you worth

Did you forget I'm a terrorist

One wrong look and you’ll burn

Letting you that I am what you call black magic

In every single battle you’ll loose

Letting you know a thing or two about life



Jokeren:

Når jeg kaster mit dub op så rynkes der på næsen af mc’er

Der har svært ved at kapere en hvid knægt der kaster w’er

Men i ’94 var vi ved at producere

For Mack 10 og MC Ren og kan du se hvor jeg vil hen

Vi lavede Westside Slaughta House med Cube og WC

Og når jeg hælder øl ud er det for Ben og Eazy-E

Og når jeg glor ondt på din ho og råber get the fuck out

Tænker jeg på Gangsta Dresta, Compton Crips og B.G. KnockOut

Når jeg står op i boksen på et track med Outlandish

Tænker jeg på min lokale diner’s tuna melt sandwich

(mon ikke jeg gør)

Så lad vær at spille dum knægt for nu kender du the deal

& du har hørt det fra Den Gale AKA Madness 4 RealI be the great Dane

Half moro - half Viking

Faithful slave of GOD

He my only heart I gave

Riding like a storm

Crossing the sea to the jungle of N.Y.

With my sable attached to the 5 mics on my back right

Paying dues – second generation bout to present the newest trend

Illest form representing hip hop thru the millennium

And then some – extra large – legendary like biggie smalls

Leave my sable by his grave

El moro salutes the greatest one