Zoo

One of the illest
The pride of Maracay, they are
Can, tell them who is the motherfuck (who is the illest)

I've been analyzing guns and lyrics for a while
And little by little I've realized that my best weapon is the notebook
Paper and pencil, syntax, conscience in practice
Make me an MC capable of making it look easy
So I won't need any metal
To kill the instrumental
I just need verbal ability
A feeling, a heart
A thought, a reason and my passion
For hip-hop, it's all to make a song
I don't need a gunshot to make rap
Rap is more than a bullet with a clack
I know you wanna rap like
I know you wanna rap like
But you can't really do it like Lil Supa

I don't know how many singers I've come across
And they all think that to be the illest you have to be drugged
But, on the contrary, you have to be focused
And not worry about what they'll say and not look sideways
Know where you're going, who you're with
Care about what you'll say to not stumble or take a step back
Let the others stay behind
I have clear goals like earning respect and finding peace

You have to understand that I'm the one who turns off your light
I am one of the illest 'cause I got the illest crew
You know about me, I don't know who you are
So don't try to mess with Su Pa Pa

You have to understand that I'm the one who turns off your light
I am one of the illest 'cause I got the illest crew
You know about me, I don't know who you are
So don't try to mess with Su Pa Pa

Here's the same guy from Maracay
The typical smooth, white boy who doesn't dominate the mic
The one from the building, who never asks for permission
The one who, when he grabs the mic, treats you like waste
And I'm not armed
Just with this style
But I make it tough
Every time I grab the mic
I throw a couple of rhymes
Against those who underestimate
This way I keep my distance from those who conspire
(And) without knowing this MC they challenge me
When I show what I can do, they respect me in my set
I have plenty of reasons to explain what I feel
I can spend hours in my room filling notebooks
All without pause, as my mind doesn't rest
When it comes to burning all these grilled chickens
I fuck your farce, I don't believe that you were a master
Come to the house and see how I burn your threats
This, this depends on the MCs
Who we stand up to and show our faces for the country
So rap's about the skills
Hip-hop is what you live
Forget about the Kids
And let me show you how to do this

You have to understand that I'm the one who turns off your light
I am one of the illest 'cause I got the illest crew
You know about me, I don't know who you are
So don't try to mess with Su-Pa Pa

You have to understand that I'm the one who turns off your light
I am one of the illest 'cause I got the illest crew
You know about me, I don't know who you are
So don't try to mess with Su-Pa Pa