Verse 1: Fredy K
Black crook, the go' know it
A ball of gum or for a sav
Know that if the drugs call me out
I lose myself of view like Pradel
Head to the Caribbean, girls galore, buttocks, tits
There where we cultivate big tits, there where we wear polo shirts
The Test knows it very well, toasts under my nose in the sun
Surrounded by tass I come there, prince in a piece of wonder
I squeeze my Pouchka, pass the scalpa makes this gesture there
br/>A rush of girls throw themselves in there to whom I give
I struggle, stay clean, Time Zone or the Burning Zone
I show off, act smart like Reakwon in Ice Cream
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If we press like Elvis, it's only to end up under the wads
No more daring on the mic, I'll get dirty, so as not to fall shit
MC! (MC's) I'll burning hot
Time Zone or the Burning Zone, the mic we fight
Verse 2: Test
You like my rap, you like it, you jerk off to it so call me Marvelous
Famous like the ones you know, or if you're tired of all of them
Max De Phases, honeyed niggas who dream of millions
This dream is far away but yet I still stay in this environment
I'm Fuck!
Me and the guys from my stable give a Hip Hop square
For more mesh, gos, luxury like in the beautiful cain-ri clips
Burning Zone or La Zone Burning, Test has too much timing
Fierce rhyme that rages on the streets, it's rap boxing
Forcing, to end up under the bundles, not shit
Test and Fredy, hope one day to live in a palace yo!
Burning Zone, luxury zone, an action film, rated
Where the words Sex, Sea, Sun, Dollars, engraved on my plexus
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Verse 3: Test & Fredy K
I make the girls wet, their rates adrenaline like sweat
Minors or not, I fuck the wacks, their sisters and remain without shame
Alone all or not, we will go sneakily hunting the Antilop SA
Here ATK, Maximum Phases, for those who know that
My style has so many shapes that more than one man would beat each other up
New demanding product, demanding are the yien-yien
These lo' will make you dance the Ye-Ye
Like Carlos, you have hello from Albert big
Like Babar, I'm not operating on Rocco here
Fredy Max De Phases for perverse slang
Fredy K
Infectious on the mic, I am that even the tasss call me a skunk
After a visit to my house, the next day they speak to me informally
So shut up, because your tongue is hanging out
Girls like you are holed, end up burned or hanged
After having carried them away es, they call me a dirty bastard
But don't give a damn, I fight about it and spit on them from the top of my balcony
If we press like Elvis, it's only to end up under the bundles
br/>No more daring on the mic, I'm getting dirty, so as not to fall shit
MC! (MC's) I'll burning hot
Time Zone or the Burning Zone, the mic we fight
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