Kero Mais Eh Q Se Dane

Intro
I just don't care anymore...
You... and your whole family!
Let's go, let's go..
There's no competition here
I’m killing it.. in the battle..
With the mic in hand

Verse 1
If I'm in the game, it's to win,
Get out of my way, 'cause you won't stick around here
Not a single MC can face me
No one here has the guts to take my place
No shortcuts and no time
The rhyme's in my blood, flowing all the time inside
My heart is strong and still beating
Dropping every verse straight from my chest
The mix has been ready since the cradle
Nothing more, nothing less
Just a matter of time
The mic took a while but it’s here
It's in my hand, so there's no turning back
The biggest nightmare
Flesh and bone causing all your despair
There's no way to hit me
What are you gonna say about me?
From the bottom of a well, now a big MC
'Cause I came up from the gutter...
Never had a last name, went cold and almost starved
Now I'm here making you listen
You can say whatever you want
But you haven't lived this shit
That I lived.

Verse 2
If we're talking rhymes
There's no one who can compete
I’ll tear you apart, your partner too
Living up to my name..
Killing it!!
Feel the weight of the street name
Step out of the shadows, don’t hide
Running away won’t help
I’ll crush anyone who dares to stand against me
Your fifth generation will feel it
I’m making you think if you really want to be an MC
The pressure here is strong and that’s why it impresses
The tone of my voice might even bother you
Making you question what you thought you knew
Drop the mic
And go back to working during the day
I don’t care
I just don’t care anymore
Wanting isn’t power and you had your chance
Is it too much??
Then ask to leave
With your sack or broom, this is your end
I won’t deny
That I’m not from the BOPE
Philosophy is similar to your bad luck
My flow has already caused you stress
Who told you?!?!
To go head-to-head with the only master

And it won’t help to try..
And it won’t help to try...

Verse 3
And it won’t help to try...
Your face will hit the ground if you stare me down
I’ll humiliate you...
Stamping my raw and true style
On your face... washed with fear...
I don’t know you...
Your name simply doesn’t carry the same weight
It’s not about who comes first
It’s a matter of respect for those who know... how to do it right
This game isn’t for the weak, leave the stage, kid
Do you have the content??... to survive in rap??
If not... there’s funk or axé
Four rhymes, one verse, you can manage that, right?
You should’ve studied, your dad wasn’t wrong
Lack of options left you cornered
Rap has no luxury, the market is closed
Only those who really love it make it, and think it’s the shit...
A very simple mix
Rhythm and poetry...
If I’m sipping Bacardi
Everyone feels my rhyme
No pen or paper 'cause Jay-Z influences me
My flow is (baby baby)
Shout out to Biggie
A little bit of Nas
'Cause he brings the roots
With Eminem, I learned to articulate like this
If you don’t get it, I’ll explain this explosive style
Very easy, I just grew up with Tupac in my ear!
There’s no way to compete with my mix
Feel free, leave the stage, the exit is right there
If you don’t like what I do, and don’t feel my vibe
Let me make it clear
So you can’t say you didn’t know
I just don’t care anymore....
You...
And your whole family.