Empaka (feat. Bascur & Lito MC Cassidy)

I ask you again, Are you a one or a zero?
That's how we do it
Yeah, you're screwed
From the humblest neighborhoods to the world
Lito MC Cassidy, Bascur, ChysteMc
Chile
Now, Lito, let's go!

To do it like me, mature and endure
Killing leagues, maybe one day you'll reach my level
I live in a world where the sky has four moons
Challenging me, for real, it's a sure death
I am karma, manifested in a verse
My rhymes are particles, small universes
Enemies counterattack and I always come out unscathed
I turn them into shit when I manifest
I kill the beat every time I step on stage
There's no one more violent
Pass the microphone and they go off tempo
You rapped at home, but here it's a different story
You changed your flow, which seems fraudulent to me
Mc, your style is feminine like in 'Glee'
Ask your people and they'll tell you I owned you without giving you lead
You die with the fucking Cassidy

Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Motherfucker, Run motherfucker run!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Motherfucker

Anyone who says I'm a trend
Has a finger in hatred and monopoly doesn't bother him
I do magic, it's no joke
If you hate my hoarse way of singing, two hours pass and it excites you
Pay attention, bro
With my two balls, I put gunpowder to the drum clap
Chowa! And if the atmosphere contorts
And a fight breaks out, I solve everything like Conan, uh
I see you scamming my team
The sex symbol turns your army into dead people
Suck my testicles, huh, Do I make myself clear?
Suck a coconut live
I live inside a tavern drinking rum damón
Plus one or two joints for buying
It's flow-man, who started the show time
I'm so tired, but I stay in shape all night

Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Motherfucker, Run motherfucker run!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Motherfucker

I prefer to live in the past if necessary
Like when I listened to La Industria's cassette in my neighborhood
Influences are not denied, they are appreciated
That's why I respect so many sons of bitches who deserve it
And for the fake ones, an issue that I can't wrap my head around
What's that shit? that for your songs you're buying lyrics
It's more than a topic to discuss
Isn't it supposed that a true rapper should write?
No matter the rhythm, each with their own virtue
But at least what you sing, write it yourself
Let aesthetics cover imperfections
It doesn't mean it fixes your trashy songs
Lots of photos on Instagram, lots of likes on Face'
Little time for rap, tricks like David Blaine
And if I fail at what I do, I take responsibility
I die being honest and my pencil untouchable

Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Motherfucker, Run motherfucker run!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Pack your bag, Put your flow and pack!
Motherfucker, Run motherfucker run!

Run motherfucker run!
Run, run!
Hahahaha