(Ese 40'z Chorus)
All through the calles, I hear levas saying,
that they're gonna ride on sight.

But they ain't doing %#@!, they must be playing,
$#&@in mutt's gonna die tonight.
"Who trippin?" "We dippin.." "Thirty round clip in."

$#&@ em all, let em fly tonight...
"Skull crackin" "Pistol packin" "Mutts just actin.."
Somebody's gonna "Catch The Light."


(Ese 40'z Verse One)
It's nothing new, just another $#&@ing clip to unload

I take a mutt's diss verse and flush it down the commode
I hear, mother$#&@ers saying how they putting it down
and got blocks locked up, straight controlling the town

but, I can't tell, when I'm rolling the streets
not a single mutt in sight, man yall fools ain't deep
"Rolling through whose block? You ain't rolling through %#@!."

stuck on "Joke Boy's" @@#!, while your letting em hit
and little "Dopefiend" trying to go and drop some tracks
I'm smashing "Bow Wow Tramps" while I'm spitting these raps

"Yeah, I seen the interview. Why the $#&@ you be stutterin?"
like a little nervous (*##$, a hundred miles, heart flutterin
when all you do is imitate all the albums you hear

playing copy cat fake, while you're drinking your beer
and trying to throw a verse out, from a P.C.'d chump
little crumby $$# gasto, doing time as a punk


(Ese 40'z Chorus)
All through the calles, I hear levas saying,

they're gonna ride on sight.
But they ain't doing %#@!, they must be playing,
$#&@in mutt's gonna die tonight.

"Chumpy Loka" "Milk-Dud" and "J-Mutt"
$#&@ em all let em fly tonight...
"Changa Loka" "Carmelo Jota" straight up so-kass

Somebody's gonna "Catch The Light."

(Ese 40'z Verse Two)

I couldn't even understand the words up in his verse
learn how to mix the vocals down, and pull some cash out your purse
then buy a whole new style, cuz your rhymes are just bitten

claim to bark like a dog, but you purr like a kitten
little kitty cat lames can't get on my level
I spit the lumbre, spit the flames, known to dance with blue devils

so $#&@ a mutt, $#&@ a perra, $#&@ a lame panochera
you fools are barking real loud, but you ain't bringing the guerra
and "P-Nutt" boy, ole little peanut head

I'm on your back motha$#&@a, under ink that's dead
and while you're up in the shop doing tats for your cash
your jefe's banging up your (*##$, dumping shots in her $$#

so $#&@ what you said, while you're feeling the scorn
crack your daddy in the head, and make em grow a new horn
unicorn $$# poser, with his fairy tale hood

and a snitch for a wife, the whole families no good..

(Ese 40'z Chorus)

All through the calles, I hear levas saying,
that they're gonna ride on sight.
But they ain't doing %#@!, they must be playing,

$#&@in mutt's gonna die tonight.
"Who trippin?" "We dippin.." "Thirty round clip in."
$#&@ em all, let em fly tonight...

"Skull crackin" "Pistol packin" "Mutts just actin.."
Somebody's gonna "Catch The Light."


(Ese 40'z Verse Three)
Little Flocks, Little Rasco, $#&@ing pee-wee pups
Lazy snapped your $#&@ing arm, and punched your teeth into mush

why you try and say we jump, when your (*##$ $$# know well
I'll smash a bottle on that $$#, little scared $$# Novel
for little puppets on the low, who attached to the strings

who think, that they're immune to all the drama this brings
now you know that you're not, so take some fists to the face
like when I beat that $$# on Washington, all over the place

go and pull your night stick, you little !@$)got $$# coward
you're just mad cuz the homie "Toon" was all up in her flower
"Na-Na" $#&@ that %#@!, he was up in her gutter
laying the pipe down in that (*##$, #~!!@ shiver and shutter
"Motha$#&@a!!!" and didn't use one rubber

dumping slugs in your hoe, fool I'm spitting the butter
we done $#&@ed all your (*##$es, gone and popped out there cherries
done put the pipe down to your misses, clowning all of you fairies
"Who got a present at their spot, when they lit up the block?"
and caught some balas off the top, two little perras got shot

"Who went to work, with bullet holes, in their clothes and a frown?"
cuz they got lit up by a dwarf, a ghost, and a clown
and when you tried to creep through, with the twenty gage "Bird"
"Who went and ran up on that $$#, and kicked that %#@! to the curb?"
you ain't coming with the "Kays" and popping off till it clicks

that's how we rollin in them days, letting off on you tricks
you bringin nothin, got no real subjects to be touchin
ain't got no truth for your discussion, damn yall fools are just bluffin
so bring that %#@! sissy boys, action speaks louder than words
go put a dick in your ear, and straight "$#&@ Whatcha Heard"


(Ese 40'z Chorus)
All through the calles, I hear levas saying,
that they're gonna ride on sight.
But they ain't doing %#@!, they must be playing,
$#&@in mutt's gonna die tonight.

"Who trippin?" "We dippin.." "Thirty round clip in."
$#&@ em all, let em fly tonight...
"Skull crackin" "Pistol packin" "Mutts just actin.."
Somebody's gonna "Catch The Light."