Triple Tempo

Ok, yeah
This is B.L.A.K. and
Look who was just singing
What a fuck, mama

Are you overflowing? Shut up, get out of the way, here comes the boss
I don't like to show off my dick this way, but it's necessary
There's a lot of stupid trends here. You learned from me
Stop thinking you're God and try to rap like this

Fuck the one who gave birth to you, don't come at me all high and mighty in front of this metric
My talent goes beyond this era
They look down on me, what for? You're just aesthetics
I don't make a sad song. My buddy. I sing and it gets hard, better meditate

Look how I tame the word, man, you talk, you don't have this genius gene, I'll teach you, come
Open your mind, run, come, get inside, imagine
That being the best they treat you like just another rapper, hey

I'm sorry, but I have to assume the role of who I am
From today on, for you I am God, I am
Hey, you're seeing the move of the year, kid, go to the bathroom and tell the herd to keep grazing today

I go a thousand, easy, bro, you're not me, it's hard for you
You act like you're killing it, but stop lying and face it
They don't know how to rap and they tell me they reinvent, but buddy
They take you out of your style and I can use you as a doormat

This is B.L.K. bitch
Look who was just singing (uh, uh)
I can use you as a doormat
What a fuck, mama

I don't sell bullshit
What a fuck, mama (uh, uh)
This is B.L.K., they don't see it

Abracadabra, I take out the stick to feed that gang
I love it, they think so much of themselves and I make them dance kan kan
Look at the fan face your clan has, man
Syllable by syllable, Alibaba of Hip Hop returns

B.L.K. nails it, novelty? Ha, ha
Of course, oh shit, I don't sell bullshit
I don't even stop to pee, man, hit after hit
I leave all those rappers like Peppa Pig

To test me, you have to be a medium or a wizard
You're an attempt, I'm a luxury talent
Look how the crazy one places your head little by little
Help, I'm possessed by a barbaric flow

It's over, kid shh, go to sleep
You wanted rap? Here's B.L. k., light up
The lesson forever, man, don't mess with someone who
Can make you look like an idiot

Renfe, have faith, because they believe that
This depends on appearances and you pretend that you reinvent yourself but you don't say anything in the songs, you just want more plays
And you're surprised that people only want more Blake, ok (ha, ha, ha)

Look who was just singing (ha, ha, ha)
What a fuck, mama
Look who was just singing, oh

This is B.L. k., bitch
Look who was just singing (uh, uh)
I can use you as a doormat
What a fuck, mama

I don't sell bullshit
What a fuck, mama (uh, uh)
This is B.L. k., they don't see it