Kisses from Mars
The shock team is back, shout it out
You know the Seleção, three guys rarely K.O
Personal message to those aiming for the title
The blade at the belt, the MC's squeal in the ring
I rap 7/7, spit dry, dude
Live straight from Fort Greene in Brooklyn
We're back to convert the skeptics, enlighten them, heat up their climate
Block Party, Block Party, when the turntables are out
Everything is ready to cut, you get my lyrics?
To all the young MC's, put pleasure first
Strict rap, strict rap, strict rap, strict rap
Strict rap, strict rap, strict rap, strict rap
Strict rap, dynamite, pure trench warfare
Strict rap, dynamite, pure trench warfare
Strict rap, dynamite, pure trench warfare
Strict rap, yeah, one

I vandalize rap, simple as A-B-C
You hear the sound from afar, in our shots when the windows are down
I have this background in my system, it takes rhymes that hold up
And all those who are peace come
Listen, music is not planned
Even those who saw themselves beautiful do not qualify
So, every day in the lab, I work my scales
To give the maximum once in front of the pulpit
The dwarf poodles all know we're all Rottweilers
100% of the words are ours, what's this rap with ghostwriters?
I push one, it's the domino effect
Go on the warpath like Geronimo
This mic humiliates them, all this fake bling has fucked my retina
Like Rakim line them up, fold them in alphabetical order
I'll never understand why when the brothers touch the fat
They behave like the worst bourgeois
Dirty manners, dirty tastes, dirty acquaintances
Their parents bled themselves, tell me where is their education
To my eyes, it remains too vague
So what are you doing? Rap or violence, Ugly Scamblague
Opposite your tactic, cruel outside inside
Completely cooked acid, acts the fool, fucks up then runs away
It's surprised a year later that the warrior is under the dandelions
You're still on the dock like Benny Blanco
I'm already far away, in front of my ramen at Omotesandō

Code name Shurik'N with a "K" like Kunta Kinte
I come from a place where brothers are rarely acquitted
Seems that my hip-hop don't stop has left us
Don't rub it even Gary, it's going to sting
Complicated, it's going to become, my team is going to show up
No more stammering, we're talking about applied art
They ask me to go slowly, I don't have time to explain
Too many guys are waiting for me to make a name of their nicknames
My sound is flamethrower, what are they doing with their lighters?
They think they're kings but they're going to abdicate very quickly
Crickets, that's what will remain when I stop kicking
They who thought that to rap, all you had to do was click
You want to test the crew? Get in line, take a ticket
Lots of rhymes in the purse, this bet is risky
But since you seem to insist, I won't resist
At the end of the send, your little ass is going to get blown up
They call it mic, its function is to eradicate
They call me "Shu", I have the same function as Mike
It's in the heart of the battle that I silence the critics
The haters and the skeptics, both, sitting on a stake

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