Flor Te Mata

Flower kills you

Bring that loneliness that I need to compose
This bullet goes straight to your temple
Bastards cry because I'm a woman, they don't know what to do
The hope they have left is to die to be born again

I am the voice of the people in your neighborhood
Lucky to have the gift on stage
I'm not afraid, I have the necessary rigor
I'm the hardcore beast, let no one say otherwise

I took flight like a girl, now it's something else
I empowered myself with such fierceness and became meticulous
All in due time, in the process, I become anxious
You have to wait patiently for the larva to become a butterfly

I bring the sound to your ear, rap by the kilo
Something fine, check it out, say it, come on kid, so I continue and don't finish
Build the path, risk the edge, cross the river
You've lost it, get lively
Before you can't feel your heartbeat

Flower kills you

You're born or else this shit doesn't happen
Taking off disguises from the incapable
I don't know about formulas in phrases
My hands are capable
Of composing what my wild soul dictates

I'm the terror of all styles
I was the crazy one in school, of course, in a killer environment
Good person, but cursed with the enemy
It's not advisable, bitch, to mess with me

You want rap, I'll make you rap
You want trap, I'll bring you trap
Don't stop, I can also make you dance
If the content remains intact, the thing is to massify

You can criticize me all you want
That I'm conceited, suffering, even call me a bitch
Wild for my legacy, I do it my way
The important thing for me is to have milk in the bottle

Flower kills you