ACZINO (BZRP Freestyle Sessions #8)

Oh, what's up, we're in Argentina
Bizarrap, freestyle, ma-ma-ma-mau the Aczino
Oh, oh, he's the one who came and tell us
Is it playing? Oh, let's go

Pro-pro-pro-pro trying, is it playing?
That's what we're try-try-trying
They're try-try-trying
From the venom, from the dark-skinned rapper
From the best, from the all-terrain
The one who comes to give you
As if it were an injection of kerosene

It seems like sulfuric acid
When I come to spit for the public
I'm the one in the acoustic
Always overthrowing musicians
Their guitar breaks, when I drop the first bar
When they see me coming
It looks like Wolverine when he takes out the claws

I'm from the X-Men, you're very X men
I'm the Y also clear in the equation
I know that very well
I'm doing the division, also the addition
Always with the Puma
They ask which one he smokes, since breakfast
Leaves in famine, rappers go to the Moon I leave them in a crater
Those motherfuckers think I never stood in a park
If I, I even looked like Peter Parker
I'm like Jordan, when he's suspended on the board
I'm like when he arrives when the referee tells you your game is over
And they left you really screwed, really hurt from the goal
Shit, that's not my thing, they think they're Rosalía
Just because they think they're at a high level
But I, I send young people to the grave, there's no cure

It looks like an empty church, my flow looks like the CIA
Patearapra, breaking the town like the police
My lyrics don't stay empty
They're always full and I come with Bizarrap
They'll warn that my lyrics will land on every syllable
This story is not from Instagram, it's from damn humanity
I'm always flowing perfectly, with great regularity
Singularity, when it comes to speaking
Very particular, with the palate
Nuclear bomb, I make it seem difficult to even rhyme with ar
I'm a jaguar warrior, with the highest rank, the damn chilango
Who comes to leave everyone below the mud, relaxed like the mango
They thought I couldn't release a party flow
I always carry an Ace, I'm Aczino under my sleeve

Like Juanga, going up on stage
When they see that I come to rap in their neighborhood
Every time I hit it, I hit it out of the park
And when there's a gathering, I spit it on the radio
We started with nothing and we'll be millionaires
We started on the street, now on stage
Now check the days
There's not a single event missing on the calendar
Let's go, let's go, let's get out of here
I spit my free, so, shut up, kid
He's spitting that he nails it
Like Jason Kidd, with Biz
Releasing skills, is the motherfucker king

(Bizarrap)
Three cameras at once
That's what I can do