Darealhipapitis

Ye-yeah!
Ye-yeah!
The real hip-hop it is
Ye-yeah!
Ye-yeah!
The real hip-hop it is
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The real hip-hop it is
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Yeah!
Once again on the Mic

If you don't know about the sea, avoid swimming and touching the bottom
And don't be foolish, better take off the fool or I won't respond
You and your crew sound like a tango compared to what I compose
I suppose that if there's no money, I'll grab this pan by the handle

And mutongo affects me if I want to make a song
With rum if they're a thug, without rhyme or reason, just a braggart
Reasons why I give a clinic, poetic tongues
And even if they cut my tongue, lyrics come out with mimics

Communicating that I have more than what they lack
Enough of a master without caste of gangsters and fake rastas
Who love fashion, then pretend
That they innovate and live their movie like Almodóvar

You, listen to who's talking, then you get high
Look for an iron and hit me a still, let's see if you steal the gift
Better don't mess around since there's no way that'll happen
Because, as the song says, this is a gift you're born with

Silence class, today I'm going to talk to you about a cancer
That attacks disguises with phrases I baptized from wise school
Created to extinguish rap without base
Whose outcome was to stand up for Venezuela

Ye-yeah!
Ye-yeah!
The real hip-hop it is
Ye-yeah!
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The real hip-hop it is
Ye-yeah!
Ye-yeah!
The real hip-hop it is
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Ye-yeah!
The real hip-hop it is

Without knocking on the door, I step in and kick them out with punches
All those kids 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 stunned
I bring content in liters and a flow that burns your touch
This time you have 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'll send it to the bleachers
No matter how much they inflate, they find leaks
No matter how bright they are, I turn off the Switch

I emphasize that I don't need shots
I'm a learned man who, speaking frankly, pushes them aside
I don't need metals, my weapons are mental
Verbal ammunition, my intellectual gifts

I don't live off clothes or name
I'm content with my passion for hip-hop
And don't come offering me competition
You're one of those who throws stones and then hides

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(The real hip-hop it is)
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(The real hip-hop it is!)

Ye-yeah!
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The real hip-hop it is (Say it!)
Ye-yeah!
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The real hip-hop it is!
Ye-yeah!
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The real hip-hop it is
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The real hip-hop it is!

I (You-you!)
I am death
I am evil made into a song
Tell another way to say unstoppable to Zoo
Yeah we unstoppable brother
Can with Supa' representing
Yeah Yeah!

The real hip-hop it is
The real hip-hop it is!
B-E-C
Can with Supa' representing