Uh
Speaking of the king of Rome
Here is your dad, kid, the crown thief
The true crack of hip hop in this area
The clearest definition of rap made person
I taught them what they know, not what I know
I got tired of the cliché, of the radio and TV
The industry wants me to change my mind
But if they want a good show, first pay the fee
I'm fed up with all those dumb rappers
They will keep watching from afar with jealousy and full of complexes
While we design paths, uh
You are chasing our reflection
Pay respect to the virtuosos of the text
Two generations in the same project
From Maracai to Turmero in a shared car
The chubby and the pride of Venezuela, FunkyFresco

Everyone has money, but no one sings a damn thing
They look like prostitutes just promoting themselves
Sometimes I even go overboard when I sing
And pile up so many verses that I don't even know how the hell
I pursue honor, I want merits, not just titles
Bonds with my entourage and my disciples
Stimuli, shows, reciprocal love
That's how you gain hierarchy in this circle
Walking through trends without losing essence
Pissing on the competition
Two generations are present today
For the sake of a movement in a state of emergency
Jordan and Pippen, Lebron and Dwayne
Heavyweight, changing the rules of the game
We are a noisy train, everyday we are awesome
Fashion designers and philosophers, the kings of the microphone

Pens causing destruction, sharp paragraphs
Kids want to be famous, they are not talented
Blessed are the ears that hear this grand duet
Full weight of lyrical context
Calm down and don't compare yourselves to these MCs
Shut up, because you are about to perish
Go and educate yourself, to rise and grow
It's necessary to know, walk before you run
Elevated register of scholars
Unheard styles
You are not ready for the flow of writings
It's liters of nitro that I melt when I compete
It's too much for the average of these undefeated never seen before
It's Lil Sú, son, A.K.a Pellah and the Tape, uh
The heaviest chubby of Hip Hop and Mista Uanteik
Here it will be difficult to play the Willymeis
Pay attention to the beta, follow the rules of the Sensei

The beat is by OldTape, son

That's right!
From the Caribbean, these warrior brothers united
Who planted their flag abroad
There are no buts, only effort, sweat, and dedication
To keep raising high the land of Canserbero
Honoring the tricolor flag
Rewriting the history of music in Spanish
Did you hear, kid?
It takes more than a goal to dominate this game with absolute control
Humility, skill
Affinity, longevity
Creativity and credibility abound
Unity, agility
Infinity, honesty
Mentality, sincerity, and originality
Impetus, spirit
Attitude, fullness
Neatness, my virtue
Real until the coffin
Conviction, condition
Direction, connection
My vision, the reason
Ask us for the blessing

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