Malverde Market song by La Coka Nostra from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Underground Rap, Hardcore Rap, Gangsta Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
Malverde Market Meaning
| [[Intro] In a country gripped by violence, in a land plagued by gunfire and drug money, one focal figure stands above the rest. Tonight, see why the people of Mexico call him The Narco Saint… [Verse 1: Slaine] In the midst of the Malverde Market In the presence of The Narco Saint The vodka drink, bottle smashed and the shotguns aimed The Reaper calling was enough to put 2Pac in paint Murals of dead heroes, apocalyptic rain We look above at all the scriptures say Which is why, which is way Drift inside the smoke from the biscuit haze I sniff and daze in the alley with my towel dirty Nursing the stab wounds, catching visions of Malverde I pissed away my life for years, look I’m now thirty Product of pistoleers, rocking a foul jersey Holding my side together, chopping up perico flakes Maybe now is my time to head up to that peaceful place But all’s I picture is that last look on Chico’s face I should have seen it coming, those deceitful snakes What happened after that I cannot say I saw the face of Jesus, and then I woke up out in Santa Fe [Sample] Mexican officials have just detained a 14 year-old child assassin, who has admit to decapitating four people. Uh, his sister is also detained, because she is, basically admitting to dumping the bodies on freeways and rivers, doing whatever’s necessary to get rid of the decapitated bodies , [Verse 2: ILL Bill] In the midst of Malverde’s darkness In the presence of The Narco Saint La Coka Nostra tagged on the walls of the House of Pain The Reaper calling was enough to leave your house in flames Tattoos of deceased idols, killers gone insane We look above it on the witness face Jury with a bitter taste in their mouths Division in the distant haze The pistol blaze like hellfire Bullets whistle by like voices beyond the grave in a dead choir I pissed away my life for many moons Many shitty wombs in pissy motels Exchanging bricks with many goons Exchanging bullet wounds with many fools Been one of the most fortunate, though I’ve been tortured with impending doom And all I picture is when me and God talk Looking like Tim Roth from the ending of Reservoir Dogs What happened after that I can’t tell you But if you keep the faith then even death can’t fail you [Outro] It’s the latest gruesome discovery in a wave of violence that’s gripped this Mexican border city. Bodies of nine decapitated men were found in a vacant empty lot in this poor Tijuana neighborhood, just miles from San Diego. California State Police said the heads were discovered in plastic bags near the bodies. Three of the men have been identified as police officers. Their ID cards were found in their mouths. Official says drug turf battles are at the center of much of the violence here, claiming at least thirty-seven lives over three days, four of them children…] |
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