Five more years are counted, before they track me down />Until, it reached julo towards manila
You still can't keep up with the harshness and pulsation of my tongue
When counting the numbers, saying no one is arguing
Challenge me let's see who stutters
Limiting words listen to me listen to you
Sa, through Balagtas' lips on the microphone
You can only do graffiti you've been in hip-hop for a long time
You can't even keep up with the beat-box
Music is my language and this is my culture
You can't read my pasted letters
The one who sang in the cab was embarrassed when he heard me
So I'll give it back to you... can you do it?
Chorus:
Can you follow the words I'm giving?
And, can you listen to the words I say ?
I will add... my name among the legends... FLicK-G
From a republican family...
How many... creatures have I upset with my hand
Everything is, rolled upside down on the floor with what I have
What talent, I use in my struggle
I am not like you who easily rot when put... on the ground
And, Listen to every match that will be released and take a deep breath...
Take a deep breath because even if you go along, it will be too late
All because you will not exceed the height of your dreams TODAY
If you only increase the battle, your name is on the bottom BOY
The releases are not enough... to bring me down
I will not accept the blows if there is no emphasis
Give every word is broken because... nothing is as heavy
Can you put the words together... I stretch out my warat
All the paths... when I give a break
And you're just another decision... that still lacks gunpowder
The lyrics you released are just mine
> I became aware of the culture of the game
Since then the bano has been crushed in the media
And, competitors who can't keep up... when I live
Of words when I match.. . like fire destroyed
In the game of countless messages
if I call you, you will remain strong
Who has a beautiful chest... [?] ...come here I will strike
And I will bury you that I will cover
With burning words deep in the sea< br/>Rhymes that come from four match me
Elements that I considered as weapons from the tongue
And the, scoldings when stretched out do not seem to be
All the ones that were knocked down song that was written
How deep is the letter that hurt me
The style of my stretching, can't you keep up with it
You're all over me, I asked if there was a bruise
When it went down my leftovers and penetrated to the bone
Alright, this is another one of my spitting branches
Polished and twisted words
You're not even half way through what I've spun
Hundreds that steep and piercing path
Can you at the same time surpass... my essential level

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