LINCE Lyrics English Translation by Lil Supa
(feat. Doktor Rheal)
Ayo, you know what it is man
Your big homeboy, Conway The Machine, man
Uncle The Machine
Ayo Venezuela what’s up, man?
You know I’m fuckin’ with y’all, the long way
You know what it is, Lil Supa, let’s fuck ’em up
Animal, the album (the album)
Why me slurp like I’m bad bunny?
Why me slurp like I’m bad bunny?
Why me slurp like I’m bad bunny?
Why me slurp like I’m bad bunny?
Always sharp
Aliz skin cream and my hat to the side
Got a mean mug like a gorilla, silverback
A tactical vest, USA rap and camouflage jeans
Like a plastic gong, just like Nasty, psycho
He hits the scene, all business, conquering the cup
Listening to the chorus of Tragedy in The Sinistah
With a sound design from forty first ave that’s thorough
Like a prodigy and alchemist
Gold fang, southern cut like Marc Moro
A light-skinned Latino who knows the five boroughs
He does graffiti, walks the city
He doesn’t even talk to Siri, the NYPD witches are looking for him
No business with snitches, or with cops or fakes
He puts lead in ’em like Milli Vanilli
Always Biggie, never Diddy
He likes YEYO like Willie
He goes for the millie, y’all know the deallie, oh
(Why me slurp like I’m bad bunny?)
They love me (fo’ real)
(Why me slurp like I’m bad bunny?)
Ha, you know the deal
(Why me slurp like I’m bad bunny?)
Downtown
He walks through downtown, kinda high and sees everything in slow motion
The most respected speedster on this concrete
Bad manners, rude, his behavior
He already has a postgraduate degree in street knowledge
A man of his word, a ghost name, they call him the G.O.A.T.
Street magic, Harry Houdini, abracadabra
He goes for the dough, the linguini, like the mafia
Leaving his mark with skinny, with diplomacy
Elegansta is a purebred lynx
An iconoclast, he’s got style even when he’s spending
He’s on a high, he scores the basket, if they need it
But if it’s necessary, he puts out the info and crushes rats
He crosses the bridge, dodges the patrols and stays sharp
If they look for combat with the cannon, they’ll knock his teeth out, (play!)
Picture with shades, cartier in his file
Mafia wave, territory of delinquents
Me slurp me like I’m bad bunny
Me slurp me like I’m bad bunny
Me slurp me like I’m bad bunny
Me slurp me like I’m bad bunny
A-yo, Queens get the money, long time no cash
I’m caught up in the hustle where the guns go blast (blast)