Hey Gemitaiz, I'm still answering you, 'what d'you want?'
I still got some poison for y'all
I aim at skyscrapers, like Bad Boy
Makaveli flow, I drop with match point
My flow's torture for you
Bring whoever you want, it still won't last
White outside, black inside like in Honduras
We go on till we wreck the tour bus
When I step on the beat they're still staring at me
They can't handle it so they yell scandal
On slow beats I act the vandal
Remember I'm a Jordan, you're a sandal
With two ounces I turn into E.T
On shrooms, if you let me
I slap padlocks on the verses
Only if you quit you'll make us happy
I spit twenty bars with a special flow
So if you hear them I can make you fly
Pump these, go out and ditch the others, homie
I rock number nine like Batistuta
My people talk sh*t ’cause they've lived it
That's why when they hear you every bro spits at you
I boost the power, the power supply catches fire
Whoever makes stories up I spit on in slow motion
Every six words it hits your head like methadone
Under the license-plate sign I write new bars every night
To make them you'd need till the planet dies
Bro, in this sh*t they've just made me senator
Bro, in this sh*t they've just made me emperor!
When I mount up it feels like another world
And think I don't even try that hard
I send everybody home while I scrape the bottom
Killer flow, drop driller
Don't think I stop, I got a thousand
You think I signed with Skrillex?
The triangle a.k.a. the other artists cry
Dani, know how many records are left?
I'll take a boat with three grams stuffed in my shoe
I'm with my bros who light it at dawn
I don't love the street ’cause I come from there, bro!
The skills you're after, huge
If I drop a track over Buddha, they sue me
It burns you that I smash even if I mispronounce it
I'm a Mauser shot, you're a Taser
So many trash bars you make
I suggest you take breaks
Looks like you’ve got Münchhausen syndrome
The rhymes you want I don’t spit, I file them
You suck when you rap in studio and live
If you shoot me I come back, I'm vindictive
Living dead, Mad the fakir
I return from death, from Charon
Rise from catacombs, climb the mount
Your bro sprints off, shoots doors
’Cause he knows my flow’s a blow that cracks helmets
I push too hard till you double the sound
I smoke opium and shut my eyes, Hiroshima
I'm up on the peak, drop bombs like Vietnam, Indochina
Fool, learn the grind, internship
They copy us non-stop, like China
M and Gem are like Rei and Kenshiro, you Shiro and Mila
No I don't stop, otherwise they say I'm lazy
They act like that chick who won't admit she's a sl*t
Then she swallows my b*lls like ravioli
’Cause she says yes like Valsoia
While she gulps them as I drive I shift to second
She goes along, turns into a sequoia
While I sip Cognac, f*ck what a shame
I've been circling Saratova for half an hour
Every bar's a ballistic missile from Putin
I’ve got a physical, quantum style, you shut down
To redo it even if it’s impossible I’ve seen tributes
I rap for another twenty minutes
Metrically autistic, avant-garde
I did scientific high school, not the artistic
I'm with Labadini, stuffing Napapijiri
Davide over there rolling papers
We spark it? Ok, ok! Let’s spark it!
We’re the ganja that talks to us
We pull the worst face but we go in
The track in pieces, look who we are, nah
You check the prices, bro we buy four more packs
Weird, we roll our eyes backwards
We hit you and it’s obvious, I’m at a thousand
Watch me burn my taste buds
I don’t stall on the beat: serial killer
I wanna demolish, what can I say?
I just wanna die in the Antilles
I don't wanna settle
I rap like a blade to stab
Every bar is my lady to contemplate
From tomorrow Ramadan, don’t bust b*lls
Bro, the cops are ready to come in!