Cypher MND #16 v.2: Duki (feat. Mundialista Crew y ShiGant-G)

Rappers made heroes, data on the block, level Ghostpell
Rockin' the wordplay, I was the shine among the ochres
Okay, evolution, Roswell case
Thousand sleepless nights and flow, fuck, who shouted: No chance!?
Jesus, punk nights, like Sid Vicious
Shows as exercise, I come to rid myself of vices
My start full of crises, I turned it into a profession
From the apocalypse to paradise, Júnior Vinícius
Bars and bars with Wanakin
We explode the radar to measure the ki, what's?
There's plenty of claw and desire to be here
Change the long face, there's a plan for you, oh

The promise is fulfilled
The bosses gathered at the table, yeah
Relics, titles of greatness
Family is the bond that gives strength, word
The mind grows and matures (Uh-huh)
And now these raw rhymes heal your wounds, oh
This is my subject without cartoons, yeah
The strict pen that paints lagoons on the beat
It seems crazy but it's true
I set up and put everything in that plan
With the D-U-K-O, trap king
A legend like A$AP Yams (hey, you already know, baby)

The key in the end is to go back to the origin
I try with gods, to see if they correct me
I try to keep secrets like the sphinx
But in my lyrics I always tell what I didn't tell you
Where I step I buy properties, Monopoly
And you are more given than Stiller in My Girlfriend Polly
Doing the work when everyone thought it was a hobby
Let's see what they say when I have five like Kobe
Duko and Mundi, in space, Sputnik
The Burberry armor in burgundy
I trust the hearts of the cards, like Yu-Gi
But not in people, they have six faces like a Rubik

When we started they didn't give us even two cents
And today the same pests, same face and same side
From paying for tickets to entering the VIP showing off
From winning nothing to recording a hit with Mauro
Oh, yeah, and yes it's for something
Because we learned that rowing is not for soft guys
We take advantage of the tick-tock that others waste TikTokeando
Raised among pasta, wine, missing envido and tango
Oh, yeah, I live a mess
Not suitable for all those kids, better not mention them
I have the goal served, not even Ronaldo fucks me
Today a great game is played that deserves white timbos

Yaoh, I chose: Discipline or bitches
No trophies, no showcases, lines and capisci
Miyamoto Musashi, life itself in crisis, in the psyche
Just a step from his bike to getting on a Mitsubishi, they are
Fifteen and under new, visor and boots
Swing in both games, leading the flight, that’s the realness, oh
Redeeming the ground, like lyrical dealers, skills
So that your child aspires to something good, huh
There's drug on the audio, lowering the note in the neighborhood
Rising like a dollar with Mauro, Golden Warrior
From before the camera, diplomas or businessmen
From the under of the square to detonating the stadiums, they are