I pull the knife or the tip and spring, my rap is a masterpiece
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Don't ask me for alms if you see that I only rhyme
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My nigga you control and feel who's on top
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The tip is like an atomic bomb
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Tuga turns Hiroshima
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They want to pass me by
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I'm jumping barriers
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My soul is eternal
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I live to haunt careers
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And is it a pity that you leave without flagging?
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You took your foot off the ember and burned the whole gang
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Your motherfucker, the tip is real so stop being wack
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For your troop I have a thousand bars that I spit phat
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Give me the paper and I'll sign the deal
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Paid in cash or by check
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Because I didn't come to compete
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But I do what belongs to me
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To turn your class upside down
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You know I don't forget
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For the attitude you will pay your price
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For now you are alone
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One more on the list
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My nigga I go to the track
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Mic in hand does not make an artist guy
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I brought two recruits from the cartel where I came from
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In the time of the fat cows, it was just paper where I came from
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In the time of the crazy life, it was only good honey where I came from
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But today the banking is broken and there's nothing left for you |
But you are expensive on this track
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That's why I find a lot of pork on my back
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Stealing change from my rap
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I came crazy for this track
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My Silva said «break this shit
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The beat belongs to my dread»
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K.Otic is Boom Bap
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You are Mumble Rap CD's are very wack
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Give up the mambo my dread
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You see rappers and producers running after Boss
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Cat to catch the sensors
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bizno code is morse
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Ask the geninhos how I roll at dawn
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Smoked, lady at the steering wheel discarded
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If it's chill, about 26
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If it's beef, 55
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Since putting the two together will give 2655, it's the Boss
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That's how you see it then
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Trying to close the doors for those who were already on the list
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But the mambo is to break up, my brother
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Half of these rappers are just magazine covers
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If the scene sells itself, I don't
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I am with my people on the road day by day in the conquest
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We are running, my brother
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Can't stand the pedaling nigga, take your foot off the track
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(Rap Tuga became hell)
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Since they let the devil open his mouth
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The weak gave way
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Strong kicked the bucket
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By listening to advice from Tuca, I put more focus on the route |
Everything that costs today brings a lot of money tomorrow, yeah
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It's just catota yeah my people are in the party, G
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I'm backstage eating asses like a Cardi B
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In the kitchen making the cake, I didn't even know how to cook and I saw
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My cake recipe was just a package insert, caviar and lean
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The disrespect comes back to all those who eat here
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I also gave you the recipe just to see if it disappears from here
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They say they don't give their asses to publishers but that's how they get fucked
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As much as I try, I have to be honest
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You can't with the G
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You can't go with me, you can't go up with me
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When they listen to the first album, they smear themselves with the shit
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'We are going up the pyramid, smoke at the top of Egypt
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They're making me tired of the juice with all your clicking
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So just play and rewind my tape
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Feel the morning fog when I light the stick
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My fate only teaches you to live with respect
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If you're angry, I'll vaccinate the dread's ass
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You're quiet and appreciate the lesson I'm going to give you
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What excites me is leaving with a mission to return
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Greed doesn't spell me out, I already know where I'm going to be |
At the top praying the mass so you don't arrive late
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My class at ease is everything I want
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You blow one, you're high and you're complaining about Pedro
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Assume your stuff and do things without fear
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Shit on the motherfucker who points the finger at you
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Rap shit, Ericeira style is 2655
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I bring my entire class to close the premises
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Only way to express everything I feel
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It's becoming a career, and I've moved on to the next level
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That's how you see it then
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Trying to close the doors for those who were already on the list
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But the mambo is to break up, my brother
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Half of these rappers are just magazine covers
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If the scene sells itself, I don't
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I am with my people on the road day by day in the conquest
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We are running, my brother
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Can't stand the pedaling nigga, take your foot off the track |