RIMA 1

They haven't created the safe haven where they change your destiny
You'll continue night after night without being able to sleep peacefully, like a stealthy hunter
Now I extinguish the enemy with shots emitted by the power of my mic
I have Mc's dissected as ornaments in my living room, they are battle trophies in which they didn't measure up
Without courage, their bullets seem to be blanks compared to the fury of my rhymes, they are longer
Like a mafia hitman, I have a list of assignments so be prepared for the bitterest drink that I carry
Such violence in the essence of my verses that next to me the famous Charles Manson seems like a little girl

Mc DRAKO