Letra de "AUTOPSIA"

Yeah... (Soplos)
¡Agh! (¡Agh!)
Yea'...

Pata' en la canilla, gargajo y gancho a la costilla
Con zancadilla AKA "Killer Mic en [?]"
Una ladilla, el cacique Paramaconi
La piedra que más brilla, el E-J de Ronny
¡Tu papá!
Tu pesadilla menor, you can't play with that
Lou Fresco, Marc Ginale, El NEON, etcétera
Sed de rap, hambre a millón, the most elegant
Señor One, amo del guión, there's no competitor
Honor al mérito, vestigio de prestigio
El veneco prodigio, joder conmigo es un suicidio
¿Se creen He-man?, instrumentales gimen, si les parto el himen
Ain't no finger-prints en la escena del crimen
Lyrical show shot, everything won't stop
Antisocial, invincible raw shit
I'm just ferocious, my genuine en ortodoxia
Forenses vieron huellas de Timberland en la autopsia

¡Agh! (¡Agh!)
¡Castellanos!
Recognize Ali
Stay YEYO ma' friend (Bumba')

Bite your face off in the face off
All I do is break laws
I spray dogs, always dropping jewels
I'm like [?]
From the way golf hang with rich white folks who play golf
Stay soft, y'all niggas side five them take off
Space crap we ate baps, if it's money I take fast
It waste facts, my shit strongest the opium for may rap
See what they have, bitch I'm too well for all that big raps
Don't get the ace man, you know the verdict when the snake fast
Nigga torched in the fire torch with a wire
Lose your knees when you refuse to bow before the sire
The brick multiplier, never met a nigga higher, never
And I doubt that you have seen a motherfucker flyer
Two L's you know is Polo everything fo' sure
Lord let might seems slow but trust me everything's a go
Get to reach gold steady selling fiends to coke
Wait till the gold shoulders when all of your kings are fold
[?] first and dig your grave
Rapper says, the guard to die a day after
That's your bitch in the front, damn she came faster
Right when I pulled the web out, like a Slave Master

Back...
Hey yo' Marc, my motherfucking hit of my knock
Knives recognize
You know the child