Yo, life ain´t fair, i had this murder shit all over my head just by breathing air
This pair in despair, that couple don’t cuddle, I’m losing my hair sometimes I cry puddles
With not enough for noodles, I’m about to blow, put the pedal to the medal running over poodles
They told me stack bundles, I ended up with bandos to get high, and watch angels playing banjo
It ain’t no joke, they cracked the code to the money game, is crack and coke (oh shit…)
But you know im out of this, so it’s a must that I bust from the top of the list
Hit you with the black fist in the sky, than I wave it from side to side in a hip hop bliss
Back to the program the t.v is off, turn the computer on to watch set it off
See Latifah smoking reefer on the screen than I pass out to find out I’m living the dream
Cuz I wrote this in my sleep, peep, Materia Prima na rima goes deep…

Yo, who this nigga??
Just another spitter, headspinner
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I wanna make a dólar like Dilla did
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids, im kidding
Already have one, trying to make sure his grades are far from one
This is handsome hands writing pretty words on paper that wrap a beautiful rap verse
Maybe when shit gets ugly I blend this with the horrendous, as caixas tremem, I get tremendous,
I made a vow to my vocals, rocking vows and consonants that bring back the focus on the words
Instead they worship lips that sink ships and when shit goes down they get hurt, FUCK THAT!
I spit with the spirit of a hungry Pretty Toney trying to fill his tummy, talk to me
Word to Kobe, won’t let these muthafuckas change my name from Kunta Kinte to Toby
But I ain’t trying to brag or boast, so I’ll turn to Tommy and get Ghost, get it???
So if you feel it, GET UP! And for those who gossip, go sip a dick syrup, straight up!

Yo, who this nigga??
Just another spitter, headspinner
E essa rima não é gringa??
Calma fi, respira...