Soldiers March - Mr. Criminal

Yeah Microphone Check 1 — 3

Is This Muthafucker On?

Thats Right Turn Me Up Homie

About To Spit Some Of This Shit

Mr. Criminal 2013, Yeah Haha

You Know I Had To Come Back With Some That Last Of A Dying Breed Shit

This 2013 & There’s A Reason Why I Named This Album Last Of A Dying Breed

Check Me Out Homie

All These Fake Ass Muthafuckers Falling Out The Game Left & Right Flopping

Still Coming With Wack Ass Shit After All These Years

Shit They’re Gonna Find Out Ese

I’m One Of The Last Of These Muthafuckers

You Feel Me?

First Of All I Got Skills

So Ain’t No Need

For All This Name Dropping

I’m Representing This Latin Gangster Shit

Fuck Hip Hoppin'

I Keep This Shit Poppin'

Music Keeps Droppin'

Low-Low's Keep Hoppin'

Criminal Keeps Flossin'

I Stay Faded

The Homies Stay Gang Related

The Kush Keeps Me Elevated

Standing Steady Levitatin'

No Separation

Fuck Segregation

All My Gente Unite

Take Over The Nation

Now All My Latinos

Let Me See Those Flags Up

Mexicanos, Ecuadorianos, Argentinos Thats Us

All My Cubanos

Todo Mi Boricuas

Nueva York To Big Califas

All My Gente Keep It G’d Up

Thats What The Fuck We Do

On This Side

All My Gente Be Keeping It Live

Representing Day & Night

I Been Doing This Shit

13 Years Straight

Ain’t No Flip Flopper

Hi Power To The Grave

In This West Coast

Southern Side

Carry It All On My Back

Since The Days I First Dropped

Maniac In Black

I Had Other Rappers Watchin'

Other Labels Smokin'

Wishin' They Could Sign Me

Had Those Muthafuckers Hopeless

Cause I’m Rare Human Being

Last Of A Dying Breed

Solid As They Come

While These Other Busters Cry & Bleed

Please Lord Forgive Me

I Got A Sick Soul

Til The Day Forgive Me As Well

I Got The Sickest Flow

And I’m Not All There

Crazy Like A Skitzo

Pull It Out Load It

Cock Aim Lets Go

I Didn’t Make The Rules Spensa

But Thats How The Shit Goes

And Every Flika Dust On Up

Ese A Sick Post

I Love To Flip O’s

I Love To Rip Shows

I Love The Fan Base

Trippin' How The Shit Grows

And Thats Factual

Other Levas Comical

You Slip & Get Tripped On

The Little Homies Bombing Em

Mr. Criminal’s Mobbing Through

Stomping In My White Shoes

Attitude I’ll Never

Get Feeling Like It Might Lose

Fuck The World Living This Life

Homie By My Rules

You Got Murdered Out The Game

Call You Ja Rule (Its Murder)

I Took The Game By Storm

Like A Typhoon

No I’m One Of The Very Few

Latin Rap’s Tycoons

And I Ain’t Feeling Most This Shit I’m Hearing

See This Why I Wrote A Gangsta Beat

Right Behind The Stirring Wheel

And All The Shit They Play On The Radio

Is Sickening

And Broke Youtube Rappers

Still Doing All Different Things

While My Diamonds Glistening

Through This Cali Sunshine

Getting Paid Flying Overseas

Just To Bust Rhymes

Then Its Back To The Crime Lab

Visions Of The Days That I Was Broke

Thankful For What I Have

Snoop Turn To Lion

And Game’s On His TV Show Cryin'

Shit, It Used To Be Lowriders Hoppin'

And Chronic Smoke

Now The Skinny Jean Faggets

Taking Dick Down The Throat

And Name Droppers

Talking Bout Fools They Never Met

Rapping Bout Some Cartel Kingpins

You’re Faking It

And Fools Be Talking Shit

Until I Catch Em First

Seen Em Backstage In Burque Homie

Took His Pistol First

Then I Made That Leva Take Off His Shirt

Then I Made Em Throw It In The Trash

I Know It Hurts

To Hear The Truth

You Know They Fear The Fucking Ruthless

Backstage Denver, Colorado

Left Em Toothless

If The Shoe Fits Ese

Then Wear It Fool

Don’t Make Mr. Criminal

Embarrass You