It's not boxing we're doing, it's rap Skorsky
|
PMC cockpit (haa) mind you bitch
|
Time passes again, full tiki
|
Or tik tok is not nice, there is no consciousness
|
My hip-hop movie footnote (this shit is shit)
|
Some seem like friends, it's a paradox
|
Actually me Porsche nigga you Anadol
|
Don't think that their pockets are full of money every night
|
Police station in the morning of three or five marauders
|
You shit nigga me broccoli salad
|
You still haven't made a topic to your studio but
|
Give me my money or scan me
|
I never said don't ask me, I'm number 1
|
Remove my skeleton first
|
I will come and put in the mouth, my hand, the one who does not want
|
Give me the dock dude whiskey worth
|
Give my whiskey to the one who doesn't poop
|
I'm old to chase like you
|
But I have something for you to lick
|
Escape back Rap's wolves come and stutter like goats for some money
|
Fuck him, the room is always crowded
|
Catch or crowd a bird with your mouth
|
Waste your life, screw your curiosity
|
Pile the body dig like the biceps Turkish Rap
|
Unleash the extra, open the safe, put salt in Rap's wound and dive into his environment
|
throw mud on bazooka monitor to amateur
|
Can't see me, throw gunpowder on my fire tonight
|
I've been underground for years, bored for the first time
|
The world has returned for the last time
|
For years I thought I would look, but I saw it for the last time
|
The world has returned for the last time
|
I've been underground for years, bored for the first time
|
The world has returned for the last time
|
And I realized that there is no way this life is an exile
|
I'm out of luck again, back to back tape
|
Pa-pa-pat back to me watch fast
|
My son, this is not Rap; |
geometry
|
Like a neuroleptic drug to an agitation attitude
|
Like a dunk by Vince Carter
|
Hard as a stroke from Michael Phelps
|
Sudden and cramping
|
Trouble such as the salary given to the worker
|
Do you die every day, every day while it ends in a hurry?
|
Will it stay if you realize that
|
rip this heart off if i leave rap
|
The hand that I put in my mouth is from the pincers
|
I'm the man of the house, if someone asks
|
You came and got ready, but don't be happy, bastard!
|
The street is forbidden to you, sit at home and drink
|
job in my hand
|
Let me put it on you and fall here on the mountain top
|
My job is illegally complex
|
Politics stretched like a wire in his throat
|
Tears are flowing for the sake of trade
|
Someone knew and understood
|
One of them is running out, it's not always left
|
Grab your hand like you're fighting
|
Ask rap, who has carried it for ten years?
|
The ulterior motive has resurfaced, you didn't ask what's going on
|
My patience overflowed, but I was not full
|
Children's literature? Rap or blood?
|
Look at me I'm still not shit
|
Your two-bit arrogance that dries your blood
|
You didn't ask the death that came to your door, who is it?
|
Die and resurrect, the day is a complete exile
|
Look at me I'm still not shit |