Killer of murderers like Ray I eliminate them
because they are only shit getting in the way
my destiny is at the top to make better rhymes
while you are taken down from the grave in the grave platform
Don't waste your saliva wanting to compete
because from m to c I am the best Mc
get away from here, your rap is disgusting
fucking tight, lousy, jump now from that well
10 years and you don't know how to make good hip-hop
I know beginners who give you a lesson
listen to my voice well and shut the hell up
fucking circus monkey, I am your tamer
My whip is the flow that causes you those wounds
you are looking for fame by challenging the artillery
what a shame you thought I am the real Messiah
You envy me because I am the stigma
The enigma that shakes all your equations
with just two sentences I get rid of their aces
the same ones that open, and break the style
of stupid murderers who wanted to play with me
Now with my blade I am going to eliminate you
in the control room you came up to say hello
while from behind you are wishing us death
but at that cool moment, THE desire mucha luck
From the front you are a fool, you need a lot of balls
and you need much more to become good
you don't even get there and say that you are shit
fat please Go to hell now
I'm tired of listening to all your stupidity
you will pay a high price with very high interest
you don't need to pray to the real Messiah
your goal has been fulfilled I wish I already answered your rhymes
And your gang said that you were the best
now they put candles on the mega rhymer, that is, I, I, I
they couldn't with my flow, much less will they be able to with my entire battalion
I am the action I am the glory in my microphone the victory
I have more audacity than the moles in Cambodia
I am the pot where the Mc's boil
when they try to get closer with his microphone to fight
I spend them all here together one by one
my rhyme is King Neptune big as Attila the Hun
visible like the smoke of a forest fire
You shit in your pants when I release my free style
Ayayay ayayay in my hand I carry an evil
and in the eyes of the hell of whoever wants to face me
you go backwards in retreat as they do the crabs
I still remember the advice that one day my old man gave me
listening to an asshole is only magnifying him
feel gigantic because for 2 minutes 28 I just did it
I have always thought that a true Mc
Must be direct in his messages
not be tied to his tongue
He who throws rhymes at me will receive rhymes
and he who throws me rhymes blows are going to take blows
In the world of hip-hop and its 4 elements
the most important one is competition
Everyone wants to be the biggest predator
and The biggest always finishes off the smallest
And as long as no one finishes me off
I will continue to be the biggest
you go, get out.

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