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Another caravan and in this one I come to give a challenge
Hard in the morning the brawl starts and I get involved
I'm not talking about my style because I'm just complete
The pupils run when Lucas goes flaunting disrespectfully
There's no secret because my boys spit it out clearly
The troublemakers come back from partying all hyped up
Don't look for competition because they know the outcome
There are no other rappers rhyming in this state
I'm that damn tough guy seasoned in the under side
I live spicy and chill like Franky style
Tobacco on the table and a white-colored powder
Drugs on the scale and freestyle teachings
That's how it is, eyou bye bye enough already
We'll meet again in the next track
Twenty-sixteen begins and fifteen is present
There's no MC in the south that my crew doesn't represent

Wherever I go I'll show it off fresh
It's not about battling but I aim for the top spot
What am I going to say if they always throw the opposite
It's the natural thing that I express the most
And I think about the weight, accumulated in verses
Salty on any track and sweet like their kisses
I tried to combine sounds, put together a text
I don't care about yours if I hardly see progress
Listen my hommie lets go, I toast to the unharmed
Cornered in mud, jumping grooves and fences
Rising up fuck all your dirty pigs
How I leave my tag on the walls of my ghetto
I connect the microphone and release all the dialect
Crazy style my hood, I represent my neighborhood
MDB the crew, troublemaker by sentiment
Don't confuse your bullshit if there's more shit in this game

Talk whatever shit criminal shit incites me
Bad singers creators of exquisite creams
I don't write rap anymore now I leave them dynamite
I stand up like Chucky bitch if the street invites
Troublemakers is the clique even if they don't want it
I break more beats than maidens' hearts
Tobaccos in hands like Chulu with bottles
Trying to count my tags is like counting the stars
That's what you used to tell us
Spitting, lying in the songs you narrated
They criticized us for spitting truths
The H releases it, the boys get ready
They don't match the fucking systems of my slang
Pure pure drug makes my mind wander
MDB black sounds, you give it a spin
The crazy cracker returns, crazy I'm outta here