Fin de Mundo (feat. Rekeson, Canserbero y Lil Suppa)

Zig zag is the flow
Full criollo rap (every, yo)
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And gbec, ok
From Maracay, Caracas, Venezuela (you say!)

This is not a skewer in your throat, it's the cancer that sings
With a party of lyrics in the band and cards up the sleeve
The good listeners in the air raise their hands
The envious ones cuddled in my crotch suckle

I sing without a crown, without jewels and without more guns
Than my balls to make you shit in the fuckin' bowl
I am the river that overflows, the fear that envelops you
If my name, just like my egg, is on everyone's lips

I bring the cure for ignorance in my writing
A cancer is the vaccine, do you want one?, take it and circulate
Recap if you want to talk in my absence
And don't confuse this innocent face with lack of experience

Damn, think!, I was waiting for you, calm
Never hidden, but waiting for the right moment
But it's time for the hero to be heard
Reveal his identity and show the world who the gifted one is

My eardrums are tired of hearing lies
Supposed tremendous MCs, that I stop and feel among them
That I am a shepherd among (pigs!), that among the crazy I am the (sane!)
Although my pencil is possessed by the God of verse

Rekeson, Apache, Lil' Supa is already a lot of weight
And that Canserbero is the seasoning of a thick flow
Leave the still still and respect the lord respect
That, if my words were bullets
That, if my words were bullets, I would blow your brains
Spell, track, rap, swagger, and bat
He gets fired up with ideas, in other words, he never stutters
He always has handles for the jelly
And, in matters of fight (bam!) he wears his leash well

(A.P.A.)
Zigzagguiti flow representing
(A.P.A.)
Full criollo rap keeps sounding

Not so fast, the hip hop therapist has arrived to alphabetize you
And, at the same time, with a verse pulverizes you (yo')
So, use logic
And don't cross the border line

Where there are fish, there are fishermen, singer-songwriters
The spectators already know that we are the big words
In this tournament where I struggle
I monitor and manage those who don't have a video

Nowadays and they want to take the audacity to damage my upholstery
With their prop rhymes that have no effect in this dispute
Continue your route, light a joint, enjoy this piece and you're good

Without knocking on the door, I step in and kick them out with punches
All those boys need to be stepped on to pay attention
Only delays remain in the minds of those fakes
Who sought a party and ended up being clowns
More than a pact, it's an assault on the mic that leaves them dumbfounded
I bring content in liters and a flow that burns your touch
It's your turn, this time, to watch our act from afar
I've seen toads like you drowning in the same puddle

You think you're a teacher, but your lyrics are weak
If you want to be the pitcher, I would send her to the bleachers
No matter how much they inflate, they find spikes
No matter how bright they are, I turn off their switch

I emphasize that I don't need shots
I am a learned man who speaks clearly and sets them aside
I don't need metals, my weapons are mental
The verbal ammunition, my intellectual gifts

Don't compare us, if you don't stand a chance don't equalize
With this group, rap of morals, Fermín and González
Grab your belongings and learn from those who know
If you can't, get out and check your diapers

Hustla
The one who explodes you like a bomb
Dissecting rappers like Mortal Kombat
The brain hollows you out (ah), the owner of the freckled wrist
(You know) the killer of dry guerrilla

Rappers hate me, little asses adore me
They know I sew more than a grandmother in a rocking chair
Who is giving the time like the foreseer
Envious of the rage cry (oh, no)
They long for my turn

But there is no one to dethrone me from the reign
I will always be crowned
Giving myself life like a high meadow sifrino
Ask your daddy for his blessing

This is pure traki-traki
So you don't end up more affected than Nagasaki
When they see me, they run like a Kawasaki
I'm the sniper that makes them suffer like Jackie suffered

I have a mountain of rhymes
The others just want to make a movie with my exploits
They say they peel me bicha and they peel me the ñañañaña
I've been hustling since the times of María Castaña (wooh)
When you see me, jump, I'm atrinca, like the Incas
The art I have, they don't teach you even in the Inca

Let the eviction of the lazy rapper begin
That I catch, I catch, with lyrics I soak them, look me in the eyes, weevil
If you don't want to feel the anger of a psychopath
And with an infrared, I blow a louse

Canserbero
Apache (ah-auh)
Lil' Supa
Rekesón
End of the world
Cms
Eat my leftovers
You said it