Rit (x2):
Ok, ok
CDB, cdb
Definitives fuck yes, fuck yes.
For whom, for whom
We needed it like this< br/>Ok, ok
CDB, cdb
CDB, definitive as the beat for those who,
Known this shit since the mix
One hundred thousand futring and this goes to whoever
From VM 18 recognizes No Diggity!
And yo! beautiful man for stimulation
There are those who respect and those who: 'fuck you stupid bigoli
I stay hard in the game, I put irons in the fire
The time is now like Moloko.
Now that you've discovered who we are
You can go ahead and tell everyone that we've known each other for a while
It's not enough to write an e-mail if I don't know who you are, I don't know who you are, ok? Hey! hey!
As far away as it seems, the story of the Balordi is written on tape and travels on the highway
And those who are on the journey know it: I live hard on the streets like Steven Seagal
Four years ago two boys in the fray
Today there are those who cry for the gorillas on the dance floor
Acrobats, trapeze artists, shit that had never been seen down the street
Among the people when you walk in the city < br/>Stop for birrino and kebab under a fluorescent light
Outside the cinemas, fools in the saifa
And who wonders how many rhymes he has?
Find the answer in the shows
And tomorrow if It's why we make it so row.
Hey bro, what the fuck do I know?
Cush & Rido definitive bro!
Rit. (x2)
We are strange!
Horny as dogs,
Nada mami, I don't do shit for you puritans
Backsides hard and healthy asses
Business studios now it's already with ten compartments
Architectures for discs pushed with two hands
Catamarans with seagulls and various cormorants
Wow! but don't you see how many I fit?
A monster with rostrum, cagliostro and zoroaster
O astrolabe, laboratory is your mortuary
No thorium and barium but oratory silence
O God no! the bro wants to be a bro shout yo! yo! yo!
I'll shoot him boc boc
Soft-boiled, almost in a state of shock
For the sale in stock of Spock's ears (whose?)
Fuck how much I hate rock (yeah!)
I only like hip-hop and some Totò films with a retro flavor when I ride on the subway
Do you want to shit a few lire to understand my flow? well why not?
Yo! only formations, perhaps you are missing the names to give to the equations
Visions, visions, perceptions of ions
To warm my balls, ten thousand minks
I continue to dream of a great ride at the amusement park with you naked and in my hand is Stark's citrus juicer (sick!)
Well, I'm a deviant from the norm
I study and lift weights just to keep fit
We're backstage, drinking Beck's Ale
/>Let's talk about live shows, let's do freestyle
Hard to say but harder to do
Esophagi burned from good rappers to bad rappers
Appeared and reappeared after courses and recourses almost without remorse (please step aside! )
Long wide, torn to pieces like in Fargot (??) cowardly if you continue your hibernation!
Rit. (x3)