I start with weight in the verse effort my brains feet
or from the beginning that's why I progress the excess
step by step and I move forward with my maso
I displace so many
clowns who see over the arm and
in passing they are false, the fact is that I get tired
of toads that with shoes and rags are
handsome but not that they fly
you can with this skinny opaque I attack novices
nacos with sensible stories that in my moments
free saco I please in this song
you are disgusting
I do not kill myself a tarco but nevertheless
the mark pauto therefore I do not want tears
if with my song HARD CORE I unleash
infarcts to geese that have me
very first assault Mai Tairon in the ring
which sadist violates on paper with my vocabulary
quirky sounds to combine a
beat of habit with my
lips dominate the fucking dictionary
My forgetfulness is dead the past
the sentence prepare dominating vices waiting
dinner spate domino obstacles that break
chains --- I always
they feed fast rhymes which I can
teach manifest to throw write or paste
it will be normal to make mistakes
so you go upstairs
with pure doctrine with pure art look at the side
constant plasticized on your elegant forehead
novice beginners kings fakes
I keep friendly
look at the approaching fraud the lyrical doctrine
itinerant main objective annihilate you and that
do not get hurt but without concise
productive nutritious
stunned frames my steps never fake
outside the toads toy sick of both seeing the
false wait for stings
that's why I live for
tell it the purpose that they have to continue jacking
the slanderous types think of trophy
communicate that the micro do harm get closer
and wasteful contagion
- I make mine mine harmful to health
the day in my self-esteem nobody is fixed by that
I convert the crying into syllable so that they follow
they are in the crosshairs
dominated the rap for life run
look for a chair
pay attention that the odyssey of rap begins
and it does not end easy words sting you
even that the
true this cover of lies verbs
of canvas --- this is the work where the base does not
cancer dies devours
let her leave it .. let it run the track a little and
I relax I do my job
caraja e caja and sounds of the fuck look for a shortcut
To see if they slip
a rain of rhyme that does not escape
look for a compass and emit the vinilh logo -
and they lock the rache
Do not make the micro hook and then stain
of ink the face and the hollow of the ass widens you
you make me laugh better put you analyze who
is the one
I step on you without warning supa maybe clear mijoo
it does not save you or the crucifix myself
sold the punishment and the curses you what
He said taking flow out of the
pockets Canser Parkinson Rayone the son of the hammer
from the subsoil rise to the pavement by ---
contain
the breath a moment of silence
shuuu
I think they're dead, take them out of the way
e seen gigantones with mastodon complexes
they suffer from fears when they see rodents
you gentlemen
we tippers your real pencil so that's why
They run the micro decomposes when they sound your
milestones on the track do not say nonsense and
you will last more days
your compass is chimba your north is fantasy in face
you throw me that you live in pallets incapable not
you make more buy a compass draws
a circle with you
capacity enlarges your veracity
you bought with
peace who is respected does not walk
naming others
Only among all we can make this a better place :)