Mo, change the atmosphere
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Mo, tell me what the air is like
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Buena if people laugh
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When he breathes it
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I improve the climate
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I still remember the tension
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A few minutes ago
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Under the stage what a confusion
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Abla, I notice you're drooling from your mouth
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She shouted: "that stupid" and the other was not even breathing
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Pull this row
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Fear in the hall
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Touched the tragedy
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Ass this too tonight
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I can't-resist-in the midst of this commotion
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Without thinking about it, I head towards the more robust one
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And of taste, I begin to improvise
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"Full bread in the teeth"
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The fat guy no longer knows what to say
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On the stage another
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And under whose turn it is
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Buena that I have fun
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You get in, big bitch of a whore
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I am Vacca and I introduce myself now
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Your woman gets wet (man I have sex with her)
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Ninth, they don't believe
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What they see
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You think they get confused
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And from the sky they fall
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And believe it or not
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The clouds of the sky color
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Sounds that cut, rhymes that break (nananananana)
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Ninth, they don't believe
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What they see
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You think they get confused
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And from the sky they fall
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And believe it or not
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The clouds of the sky color
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Sounds that cut, rhymes that break (nananananana)
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They go up on stage but don't improvise
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They get off the stage and-se-la-tirano
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Try to stop me again
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And a little beat me
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Trouble, did you understand who I am? |
babbion!
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I go on stage with my friend microphone
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I will stay alive and alive, iz i explain
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I try to take it off, but they don't react
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And they define themselves as an integral part of hip-hop
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I do not accept this but
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Challenge if you challenge midi on stage to the microphone
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You try to score but I am the goalscorer
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Inject carano, and your pressure suffers
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O mister, the rhymes fold
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You see it's better if you run away
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Because they cover you
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I'll give them to you, if you don't go away
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Get out of the ring, full of bruises
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And everyone applauds me
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Ninth, they don't believe
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What they see
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You think they get confused
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And from the sky they fall
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And believe it or not
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The clouds of the sky color
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Sounds that cut, rhymes that break (nananananana) |