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La única regla en ShadyBeer Records es ponerte los auriculares, cerrar los ojos y prepararte para escuchar la mejor música que conecta contigo.

[Intro]
ShadyBeer Records
Yeah, uh
Pull up to the spot, sun setting low
Fire on the grill, speakers ready to blow


[Verse 1]
Arrived around nine with the trunk rattling hard
Cooler full of possibilities parked in the yard
Smoke rising up where my kinfolk gather round
That mesquite and propane symphony, that's our sound
Hydraulics kissing pavement when I pull to the curb
Every head turns synchronized, no need for words
Leather seats still warm from that boulevard cruise
Now I'm posted where the old heads share their news and views
Auntie flipping chicken, uncle arguing bout the game
Younger cousins running wild, we was once the same
This the type of night that turns into family lore
Where everybody eating good and still coming back for more


[Chorus]
ShadyBeer Records
We ain't gotta go nowhere, right here is everything
Plates piled high and the music make the fences swing
This that summertime eternal, this that blood is thick
This the West Coast blueprint, this the politics


[Verse 2]
Temperature dropping but the warmth ain't going nowhere
Grandmama holding court from her aluminum chair
She remember when this whole block was empty field
Now it's cookouts and laughter, now it's something real
I'm thinking bout how these moments compound interest
How this simple congregation somehow feels the deepest
No guest list, no velvet rope, no manufactured cool
Just showed up with what you got, that's the only rule
Lowrider parked sideways so everybody see
Chrome reflecting fairy lights strung tree to tree
Someone's playlist jumping decades without warning
We gon' probably still be here when we see the morning


[Chorus]
ShadyBeer Records
We ain't gotta go nowhere, right here is everything
Plates piled high and the music make the fences swing
This that summertime eternal, this that blood is thick
This the West Coast blueprint, this the politics


[Outro]
Yeah, these the nights we forget to document
Too busy living while the charcoal's being spent
ShadyBeer Records
West Coast forever, backyard clever
This how we do

[Intro]
(Sonido de una bolsa de monedas agitándose. El beat entra con un bajo que retumba los cristales)
"En el barrio la lealtad es cara... y la traición se paga...
ShadyBeer Records. Check it... mira a quién le das la mano, homie...
Cuidado con el beso."

[Verso 1]
Era uno de los doce, caminaba con el Santo
pero en su mente oscura se estaba gestando el llanto.
He was the treasurer, cargaba con la bolsa
pero el deseo del poder es una fuerza muy peligrosa.
Vio los milagros, vio al ciego recuperar la vista
pero Judas ya tenía su propio nombre en la lista.
It wasn't about the word, era por la ambición
cambió la gloria eterna por una sucia comisión.
La debilidad del hombre, el veneno de la plata
en la mesa del Maestro se infiltró la peor rata.
He sold the King, vendió al hermano por un par de pesos
olvidando que la muerte viene oculta entre los besos.

[Coro]
Thirty pieces of silver, el precio de tu alma
un beso en la mejilla que te quita toda la calma.
Judas en la sombra, traición en el ambiente
la serpiente está en la casa, lo siente toda mi gente.
Treinta monedas de plata... you sold out the Son
pero en el juego de la calle, you’re the lonely one.
(ShadyBeer Records!)

[Verso 2]
El Huerto de Getsemaní, la noche estaba densa
llegando con los guardias, cobrando su recompensa.
"A quien yo bese, ese es", así fue la señal
el acto más cobarde en la historia del mal.
Un beso de respeto que sabía a pura muerte
jugando con la vida, retando a la mala suerte.
The greed is a monster, te consume los sentidos
te hace vender la sangre de tus propios elegidos.
Se dio cuenta muy tarde que el metal no da la paz
la culpa es una sombra que no se queda nunca atrás.
Botó las monedas, el templo escuchó el sonido
pero el nombre de Judas ya estaba para siempre hundido.

[Outro]
Oye... fíjate bien quién se sienta en tu mesa.
Money is good, pero la lealtad no tiene precio.
Todavía hay muchos Judas cobrando en la esquina.

Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, ShadyBeer Records in the building
From Long Beach to these new headquarters
We ain't never left, just elevated the formula

[Verse 1: The Return]
Been observing from the West while the culture got diluted
Every region tried to claim what we already instituted
The synthesizer wavelength, that bounce you can't manufacture
We the architects returning with the original architecture
Rolled from Long Beach pavement to the ShadyBeer headquarters
Where we press the vinyl thick and negotiate no quarters
Executives tried to water down the potency we bringing
But artisan explosivity means every bar start stinging
They thought the legacy was frozen back in ninety-four
We just refined the recipe and fortified thecore
The Parliament influence still funking through the speakers
While these industry parasites get exposed as the leeches

[Chorus: The Statement]
Still S.B.R., the West keep rotating
The sound you tried to bury, we just kept cultivating
Still S.B.R., that artisan explosion
The heritage protected with a veteran's devotion

[Verse 2: The Empire]
ShadyBeer Records stamp it on the master pressing
Twenty-five years later and we teaching fools the lesson
That bounce ain't just nostalgia, it's a weapon for the present
The low-end theory perfected, every frequency is pleasant
We sign artists with the intellect and credible conviction
Not these manufactured puppets with the industry addiction
From studio to distribution, ownership the mission
While major labels crumbling from their predatory decisions
The West Coast resurrection happening through concentration
Building empires off of talent, not exploitation
So raise your glass of ShadyBeer, salute the new regime
The Golden Era never died, just strategized the scheme

[Chorus: The Statement]
Still S.B.R., the West keep rotating
The sound you tried to bury, we just kept cultivating
Still S.B.R., that artisan explosion
The heritage protected with a veteran's devotion

[Outro]
ShadyBeer Records, where the legacy transform