I am among the last survivors
Of a great generation
I was throwing up after your performance
I saw you on TV, but what a sharing
You ruined a rap generation
No veneration
I kill you repeatedly
You're in trouble
You're four hairs

The toilet, bro, you furnish it
Brotha are you ready?
We on stages with boxes and Grammys
We MasterChef, you master-fools
I'm the boss of bosses, you dickheads
When you wear these dickhead clothes
It happens that then the trend doesn't change
Yes but of rap you don't understand a shit
Waka Waka, you know toca toca
In the mouth, mouth then it will arrive
In history like Boca's goals

Feel the flow that burns like moka, bro
In my golden show, I smoke chocolate
When I came back I was with the tornado
I brought cut-out hip-hop
I said "now we fuck", rap doctorate, hey
Like Kendrick I sound King Kunta
King Hyena, it stu-ta
Come on the street, here we smoke
I dress like Buba, in a tracksuit
You see that a supernatural headbutt arrives
Now directly in the cavities
This level falls
Vir ca nu mic po m'abbast po 'o fuoc
Or freestyle or put to rog, ch'o live val poc
My track how much flow
Your track how much flop

Take a look
A song and I send you home, Amazon
Just that we load
I listen to Califano's tape
Master I fit blows
You are like Captain's Pasta, losers
I respect men who go to women
I respect women who go to men
I respect men who go to men
I respect women who go to women
Contrary to men who beat women
Contrary to women who beat men
But I still have no idea about women and men
Who go to Men and Women

Realize your own business
So you stop then to do mine
The indifference, you know, that's the best weapon
But a kick in the ass what a satisfaction
A little bit of brain to the idiots, I ask
A little bit of peace, brother, I go in
I learned to send you to fuck off in silence
I'm Gandhi outside
And fuck off inside

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