produKt:
Can't help it, extinguish fire from the hell pit,
helter-skelter. Those with wealth get more,
Poor get less, versus cold as ice, you felt it.
Rhyme etiquette, smooth this velvet.
While I'm at it, I might as well get,
all you heads open. Spray verbal rounds,
shells hit the ground, crack the concrete.
Force undeniable, I'ma speak freely,
can't see me? I find weak links in the chain,
attack accordingly. Wack recordings be
open for target practice.
Hard hits eradicate wackness from the track list.
Meant not for he who can't hack this,
matchless across the atlas,
Backs twist, vertebraes pop
when you heard the way we drop,
third degree toxic shock syndrome,
for these sin-drones. Breaking bend bones
on the way to the in-zone, make way for these Min-tones.
SaulPaul:
A chain's only strong as the weakest link,
reigning long. What these leches think?
Hangin' on till we reach the brink,
We gainin' on them till we see them sink.
A chain's only strong as the weakest link,
reigning long. What these leches think?
Hangin' on till we reach the brink,
We gainin' on them till we see them sink.
Mista Min:
Diagrams reveal hidden pentagrams,
pushing 50 kilograms, looking for 50 killers.
Man's gets roasted, life of the once made,
but now ghosted. Come on now,
we be the 7 General's.
Telling cats about the heavens now.
Has been taken', how? By facing plow,
given by Four Horsemen, to destroy men,
for sports. Man, this is wacker than blood splatter.
Hear the mud chatter and mumble under it's breath,
and fumble under a test. Dues for duets
but dudes want us to do it, but we can't go through it,
for fear of God. See the tears of God
while you curse God. Now you get cursed dog;
selfish shellfish, in a sea of hungry predators.
See the dumb be editors for those that's waging war;
spoken to babblin' whores.
SaulPaul:
A chain's only strong as the weakest link,
reigning long. What these leches think?
Hangin' on till we reach the brink,
We gainin' on them till we see them sink.
A chain's only strong as the weakest link,
reigning long. What these leches think?
Hangin' on till we reach the brink,
We gainin' on them till we see them sink.
Zaya:
Snap, we really see where you at
when a chain goes crack.
All of your talk was wack you pack rat.
Just try and pack a gat if you come back.
The chain went broke so I see where your souls at.
Now don't be jumpin' on me, I don't care what you told me,
cause what you said didn't line up with your actions homie.
Hypocritical, finicky, reach my pinnacle, hittin me
with your low blows. Fed up with drama shows.
Your state of mind stay in binds,
your statin' crimes, paying fines with passed times,
you slap dimes. Destruct your own world, but I will stay in mine's,
Destruct your own world, but I will stay in mine.
SaulPaul:
A chain's only strong as the weakest link,
reigning long. What these leches think?
Hangin' on till we reach the brink,
We gainin' on them till we see them sink.
A chain's only strong as the weakest link,
reigning long. What these leches think?
Hangin' on till we reach the brink,
We gainin' on them till we see them sink.
credits
from Nineteeneightyfive,
released March 6, 2015
Recorded at concept7's Lab, Georgetown, Texas
Mixed by Marcos "Mista Min" Deida
Produced by Marcos "Mista Min" Deida
Lyrics written by Marcos "Mista Min" Deida, Isaiah Cruz and David Boone.
Lyrics performed by Marcos "Mista Min", Isaiah Cruz, SaulPaul and David Boone.
Mastering by Ludwig Maier at GKG-Mastering
From San Jaun, Puerto Rico to West Palm Beach, Florida to Austin, Texas and now in Munich, Germany, Mista Min has seen and witnessed so many amazing and like wise tragic events.
His goal via his music is to share them with you.
