LYRICS GAME

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

Bro let me try

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 sink the ball

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

Half man half clone

I make the big night

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

No cars, no villas

You think I signed with Skrillex?

We're Tanta Roba!

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

You cry in every single

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 dig graves like Aletta

I'm up on the peak, drop bombs like Vietnam, Indochina

Fool, learn the grind, internship

They copy us non-stop, like China

We eat them like M&M's

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!

K in the room, yeah

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!