Duki Vs Lit Killah (Semifinal 14/8)

Ey, ey, ey
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Hey, what did you want, a trap?
I wanted a rap
To beat you in the semifinal
I came in with a clear mind, because the support, man
Impossible for you to win the match
Especially when I rap only my way
Bad wood, yours bad way
Of saying all things, you're a whore
And I'm making your shirt too small
Ten times, you lose, man, cool
I offer it as I want
While you in the jar where I dry and smoke at home
With my ranch step, what's up?
For you, mamasa, my WhatsApp number, do you want it?
It will be a threat, powers
I have several, I'm at home
I present myself where I want, man you can't
To beat me, with my free, what do you want?

Come on, Duki, come on!
You're just a fool and I'm not going to impress you
I'm just going to kill you and tear you apart
This fool is Duki, but this is the Dakar
And I come like the Duke of the Zar
So I don't know if you understood it or you left
Because for me you're anyone
He acts like a trapper with my girl
The whore beats your girl
And I go with your girl the rapper
Was that how that way was?
I tell you it licks like magma burns
He can't even say anything anymore
Because he doesn't have a problem, but he still accelerates
If he raps that goes on the track every time it's on
And this idiot wants to compete with me
But he can't anymore because he can't take it
So I always tell you
If you think he won't break my belly
I saw this fool train, he could never know me
I'm going to kill him, I'm going to break his teeth
He's a fool and he's already dead
It's priceless, the fool offered himself, he injures his body
I offer you as an offering so you get lost and don't try it

My style is already decided
It comes to kill you crazy, I provoke a crime
I break your hymen, fool, you're already killing yourself
AC Milan because it makes Milanese for the kids
Hey, fool, they already have you as a whore
You can't even say that you argue with me
I'm going to kill you and leave you on the ground
Get me down from the clouds because I've already passed the sky
If I've managed to kill every opponent
He's a fool mole, I don't know him, I start him, I don't have him
But still, it's not a scam if he beats me
Because I always prolong these combos when oh!... He wins
How are you if it gets stuck
But lava burns you every time it sounds
His infatuation is not around here
Because the foundations are the ones that Lit Killah burns
It seems like a suicide because he goes up the thread
Delirium is to have Lit Killah today in front

Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey
He's an idiot, a disabled person without a girl
He comes for the cup, I nail it to you, discipline
I have several, from my cake, you don't even have a crumb
It's Lit Killah, Dam without batteries
There's nothing for you
I bring it from above
Showing you how to rap well in the league
Listen so I can adjust
Very calm, I don't know what to expect from you and your style
The Milanese one said Klan
That he's someone who leaves a lot to be desired verbally
So what, man
He doesn't stop me, I'm a lieutenant, among, TNT
Latent in front, a madman, man
What do you say coherent?
You're not going to be, if I'm in the front
And face to face, ten teeth I lower you, descendant
Indecent, I'm on Mars
Loving you impotent, no way

Ey, ey, ey, ey
Sorry
If it hurts too much and you can't handle this rap that lowers your pressure
And you with the face of wanting to beat me... To have a mansion
This shit comes calmly today, and has connection
No chance of losing, I know what to do
Is that losing?, it's not an option
To break you, calm at birth
Show that my being has that gift
To do it very fresh, nail it calmly
So you see it slow
Time stops
It goes slower while your chest freezes
He knows that this shit can catch him, there's something he longs for
It's to rap better like they all do my fella'
And it seems that he doesn't do it and that he lives on trial
He doesn't have it, he wants to be someone he's not
And that must bother you, it must hurt
Being so fake, it must hurt or follow the law

He wants to compete with the style, thinks he's going to beat me
But he can't anymore because he's not an opponent
He says lieutenant, I'm a landowner
People on earth because that's what he has in mind
See? What I can tell you because he knows that for me everyone has you as a maid
Idiot, I'm not frozen chest, but I'm the one with the mind on fire now
This idiot, for me he can't stop me anymore
He's not the lamp, for-lam
Memh-meh idiot, he bends down on his bed
Lady, of the one I throw you, see that
For me you're going because it's not the rre TNT, to the TNT
Because I had in mind that I could kill you because I do it flame
He has a flow and that beats me
But for me he can't anymore, because he loses
For me he must sell all your lady
This one lo-loco straight
I'm crazy for that's why I suffocate the correct
So I come here to shoot
Your palate the word and marate the architect

For me you're an idiot
He thinks he's going to beat me in style, the pariado
He says he's going to the mansion, you're a fool
He releases that flow that you don't get anywhere

Ey, I don't understand you to be honest
I don't know what's wrong with you, if I'm going first
It's not to hit you
But I want to humiliate you with your companions

With my' mate'
I don't want you, gonca
With quality I can say that I accelerate
He thinks he's going to beat me but I don't literate
Because I kill you, your buddy and all break your whole body

Ey, nail flow
Clear flow', concave
With each, vowel I establish
Your face, killed
I have varied you in every rhythm
I clarify it, the whole panorama

Nail flow, clear
With rare flow
That's why I can place it in the county
Crazy I go, with all given'
You lose your luck, it's your death
You stay amazed

Forgive me bro
I do what you do
And you don't do what I do
That's the difference between you and me
I fuck you, I break you here with all my gift

But it's not a despe-lote
I'm going to kill you if I have you in the lo-te
I had to tell you
I don't do what you do because I have metrics, flow, structure and acote

Good, Lit Killah
Your friends are all fake
Don't act like a lady
It hurts to lose, it's regrettable that he admits it

But he thinks he beats me in the free
He doesn't lie, he throws mentalida' of pi' wachin
So, I can't kill you if it's your end
It's not rin'-tin'-tin', if you come with blin' blin'

Lie, he doesn't lie
He looks at me
If you're in sight, you get tin'-tin'-tin'
Three bullets, calm, without berretín
The R swing, it's going to hurt you, ma' prim

But still

Ey, ey, ey
Thank you very much
For giving me the desire to rap instead of giving me grief
I don't go like the others showing that with the face I throw the fallacy
If you know that I win as I want
I currently show that all his ignorance remains
Showing that this shit is good but not thinking
Like his shit that is too rancid

I kill him in destiny
He thinks he's going to beat me but I'm Al Pacino
He says rin'-tin'-tin', I'm the dream team tin'
You'll see fog in your way
That I'm powerful, he thinks he's going to win
He thinks he's going to win
His face falls because he's impotent

I don't know what he tells me with time
Realize that my hip-hop is latent
And I'm showing that he can't beat me
You're devastated that I kill you like everyone else
You putting things in front of me
Knowing that he can't beat me because you're not powerful
He just lies to me, in free
As the attitude of all the presidents

As president
That, that's priceless, front
I'm going to kill him with the rhyme I throw him
Idiot if I swear to him that the style is very powerful
He thinks he tempts me, he was aware that this was not a landowner
I can kill you, with every word
To give each one like granda pa' the indigent

Ey, he's not a landowner
Bitches lie to you
You're not good, you miss the next
Time, this enters, it breaks my mind

But the rhyme he throws doesn't match
Idiot I miss the next, it could be
But the one I have in front of me, now I make him shit
It has nothing to do
They shout it at you, they want to see
That their friend wins and that's not going to happen
Bitch talks too much and you have to lose
Lose? It's not metric
What do you say he wants to beat me if you were the one who gave him all the replicas

Ey, there's metrics everywhere
Some copy them and they come out the same, -listen, fool
We do metrics' everywhere'
Some fools do it in combo
Instead I release it all' delirious to kill and get these fools'

There are metrics everywhere'
But Lit Killah is the only one who has it patented
I can show you that you can't because you know, I vocalize if I step on your state
This fool wants to beat me and he doesn't have the desire
Pana, because for me he doesn't win in the pa-ria-do
It's how I'm going to kill him, with the combos I throw because he's frustrated

Ey, patented
I go against luck, patented
Part everywhere
This is my art, enlarged
It goes back', I'm accentuated
Settled, this is my num, you're scheduled
Then I show you the best rap in the county

I'm going to kill you, with the vocalized rhyme
I'm going to tell you that I'm going fast
I'm not patented
I'm tempted by the opponent who laughs
So for me he can't beat me, pana
Because I'm going to nail' every word
As if this fool wants to beat me
But he can't anymore, because I tell you I'm the beast
I hear your rap, but the truth is, daddy, he lacks guts
He goes fast, can't stand the breeze, hold the battle
He's too scared, his skin bristles when he crosses the line
He knows he can't do it
In your hip-hop I don't see anything good, I just see flaws

You can't even come here to improvise
He says breeze, but you're cleaning the windshields'
While the Breeze for when she hears me rap
That here they only know how to lie