LYRICS GAME

You know me for every album I've dropped

Compact, you signed a contract

These guys lost contact

I used to be high!

I write your burials

With the computer keys

These guys crown themselves kings of the scene

But they left only unfinished works

You think I haven't tried to wash myself

But this sh*t won't come off

I believed too much and now I've got the Normandy landing in my heart

But f*ck nostalgia, I'm not one of those who go gya on beats

Peers call me Johnny

When I rap it's almost magic

You waste a thousand beats and get a thousand boos

You stay Mister X in full hysteria

When MadMan raps slap an Ipse Dixit on it

Because I piss on these rappers like in Killer Instinct

You diss me, then your views go up

When you stop, let us know

My people ask for Mad's encore

I break speakers with rap records

Like a panzer or a missile

Crazy, beautiful verses

Yours are fake like the Yeezy Red

When I jump on the track they say “great story”

'Cause I've got the heaviest flows ever

To rap you ask me for clearance

Or you end up in an operating room

Every quatrain’s a right hook from Oscar De La Hoya

Planets fall like in Melancholia

I don't go to the Cannes festival

But I throw a festival of joints

We stay lost among the plants

Till we see skulls in the flames

Hate-proof and that's a fact

Whoever heard it went mad

Every month I bust my *ss to tighten your noose

We're Scorsese and DiCaprio

When I start rapping it's a rabona

Bro, Joseph and Madonna appear to you

M and Gem, and people compare us

Just us, like Pelé and Maradona

Your rap's the blueprint of a farce

I write a better verse on the toilet

We're the best on the market

The universe, the galaxy

My room looks like a coffeeshop

Bro, it reeks of weed like the Dolphins

Yours of sh*t like a toilet

Bro, what problems do you suffer from

I always wear huge glasses

Eyes green, yellow, red

Come and drink at our parties

You faint and wake up somewhere else

I do anything for women like Bang Bros

I've got her next to me, she's as high as Kate Moss

I mix stuff in the thermos

That's why I'm never still

You wanna fly forever, ask the expert!

We were looking for content

Then we didn't hold back

We leapt to the groupies

You took a jump off a cliff

You all know the lyrics by heart

And then you call us sellouts

Against us there's no story

It's like Putin invades you

Of all the roads I didn't choose the right one

We're the best in the field like vodka in Russia

There's no room for you, nobody can fix your flow

I don't go on “C'è posta per te”

But I choose to open the envelope

It's not that you're old school

Bro, you're a hamish rapper

See the shoes I've got on

You lick the sole, Peppe Fetish

The flow runs smooth, wow

You guys have been down for a while

Tanta Roba Seleção

I always win, bye!