Lyrics S.W.A.T. - Akwid

I'm downstairs outside of the radio station
With 45 wild niggas and we all waitin'
You don't play what's in the street then fuck the police
I'm higher than Nas child support to Kelis
Sometimes I think that I need some sort of therapy
There's no fair play when you try to get some airplay
Same three songs every day, man I hate this shit
They fear me like Flavor Flav fear the dentist
I bet if I was in a scandal with novela bitches
Guaranteed that I'd be all over Univision
Man I ain't trippin' I'ma rob a liquor store
Puerto Rican with braids, cops blame it on Don Omar
Chino will never bow down for any reason
The heathen that's dangerous as a lion during mating season
You think you're on a beach, I'll make you seashells
I can freestyle longer than Ivy Queen's nails
Will I let a DJ live? Stop askin' me
Wanna tangle, get strangled and dangle from the balcony
Cause we need a balance of lyric level of talent
It's way too low on the radio, motherfuck reggaeton
I'ma end the episode, when I let the weapons go
My niggas is killers and immigrants out of Mexico
Ignorance is criminal, unforgivable
How they keep it real off the radio's legitimate vehicles
Survivin' the economy by spittin' violently
Chino the lyric Jesus, I got a cult followin'
You're facin' a cat that'll stab you with a stapler
I'm makin' rappers wanna crumple all they written papers up
I got a strategy to keep the DJ's mad at me
I put 'em in they car and set it on fire like Valentin
I punch a programmer all up in his nose bone
Crash a plane into his building like I'm a Muslim

Sobreviviente si que me gano nada
Sigo viviendo en un purgatorio con pesta de la chingada
Presento el arma, formamos un ejercito
Gente de la calle y somos todo un exito
Somos un equipo titulado el SWAT
Gente encabronada homie, is what you got
I got a bus full of bangers, rappers and cliffhangers
Marksmen trained to devour your brains in all angles
Cut my transmission bitch give it a rest
I got heat behind the punch aimed at your chest
Hoy quieres una mano guey, estas pendejo
Venderme como otros gueyes, mejor me alejo
Estoy bajo tierra como Miguel Jackson
Tocame en la radio, give me some action
Estoy demasiado dolido como un diana
Como prosigo con tantas cachetadas

Sound waves, digital signals
My flow got more radiation than the North Cape missile
Sea level rising, the cause planetary alignment
Words are weapons, you better choose 'em wisely
They tell me I should change for the better
But how the fuck you scratch a rock with a feather?
Militia Music, hater you ain't gonna stop it
It's my motherfucking cut, go ahead, block me
Spin the track back, cambio de lenguaje
Necesitan un ejercito pa' que me maten
Tocame la pista y la guerra empieza
Ya te dije, tienes miedo, vete pa' la iglesia
Aqui hay guerra pal pendejo que quiera
Creen que van a venir a pararme a mi, estan fumando piedra
My enemies fuck 'em, they globally positioned
I survive any war without a transmission

I'm so sick of the same ten songs
Same old shit played back like ping pong
Homie that's wrong, my fans can't sing along
No airplay, my spins ain't strong
Ponganse en alerta
Si no me tocan, vamos a irte y vamos a cortar
Pa' que me toquen todititas mis canciones
Manifestaciones en las estaciones

Si no me tocan en la radio
Vengo listo con soldados desde el barrio
Pa' demostrarles que aqui somos mercenarios
Y no nos vamos aunque venga el comisario
Y si soy Chueco pero yo no doy payola
Y los asalto en la cabina sin pistola
Si se descuidan me vuelve yo la consola
Y transmito por el aire esta rola, esta rola

I let it be known, this scenario sucks more than fellatio
I hate it so much, I'm kicking holes in my radio
Trading blows, make me go, fuck you, pay me though
This shit could never fit me like a set of new baby clothes
Can it be so simple? My answer I don't really know
Just try to document it and capture it on video
Sippin' on that Jack and Coke with a nice Philly roll
Hearing MC's flappin' their gums like Arsenio
It's terrible, reviving your corpse'll take a miracle
So pitiful, for the fact that some ain't too lyrical
So here we go again, the Mexicans on the track with
Akwid, flipping these verses just like a backflip
The fashion is something I'm calling a scare tactic
Lock it down, latches strapped like a straitjacket
React with an attitude, refusing the gratitude
Iman smacking you from Long Beach Avenue

De ese venenoso dolor de mi gente que guia mis pasos hacia enfrente
No paro de luchar mi gente, no se me desesperen
Les voy a dar lo que merecen, Arsenal, me comporto como una serpiente
Se acumulan, multiplican, no paran de nacer
Con las liricas que trae Arsenal y Seis
No vamos a parar aunque busque medio
Mundo y la radio se me ponga enfrente
Esto es pa' mi gente

Ha llegado el momento de todos los tiempos
Y venimos arrasando como los vientos
Imaginate soldados, fuerza armada
Sembrada por la gente que quiere musica urbana
La cultura, una colectiva ya formada
Jamas sera parada o quebrada
Una grave pesadilla convertida en realidad
Afectando tu mentalidad

Yeah my stress level is high, the West Jekyll and Hyde
So move yourself aside and let a Mexican ride
Gotta look your peeps dead in the eye
So that they know you mean business by
Making your numbers shoot to the sky
What's really going on, I can't emphasize it enough
And it only gets worse with that Soulja Boy stuff
I'm the product of good genes, hard work and hood kings
And I'm about to take it back where it should be
Whether it's 106 or Hot 97
If I can't get a spin, how the fuck can I sell it?
Cash in the building, and this is crunch time
But it still ain't auto-tune, dreads or punchlines
Way too much to prove
If you rocking skinny jeans, I'ma aim it 'til you start to move
Yeah Golden State meant, Golden Gate shit
The palm tree swag that I brag on stay sick
Radio won't play me though I cuss too much
Spit that L-L-Long Beach every time I bust

It's been a long time coming
They keep popping at the mouth talking '
Bout it wouldn't happen, now they running
Take the best from the West, stick 'em in a pot
And what you get is the motherfucking SWAT
So give your bullshit a kiss
Before us there was nada and there won't be nada after this
You only hear what they play
Talking 'bout it's something new but I hear the same drums all day
Better get ready, this is it
'Bout to get everybody in this motherfucker lit
Can't nobody stop this, boy you better quit
This ain't what you're used to compa pero todavia es Akwid
Con esto cambia todo lo que sabes
It don't matter if it's English or Spanish
Ya solo los mas cabrones quedaron
Y saquen la carpeta roja que ya llegaron