TNT

Hey, how are you? I bring the dynamite
See that I made it? I focused and didn't shut up
Now the damn money reaches until the end of the month
Before I asked for help, now they seek their interest
You, you, shut up immediately. Cuckoo, I've been around for a while
I represent the legend, this is a murder
I kill, bang-bang, flaw, mine is innate
Boom boom, right away
When I feel the rhythm, I feel free and unleash all my energy (uh!)
And there's no other way for me to live and not die
My flag comes out, pure real rap, b*tch!
Problems and street fights, school and aftermath I had
And it was to persevere until the public heard me
That I don't want, that I shouldn't, that fear
But the game is in my hands, I plan what they want
I free myself from my ego, the opposite of what I believe
The demon in this sh*t, I box them all
These artists don't write anything
They follow trends and not identity
With money they bought their fame

Oh my God, so much stupidity
So many children in the world, don't you see?
Your sh*tty message has no validity
And now I showed up
I killed them
Triumphs and failures, lots of money and baskets
So many adversities, dodging even bullets
Daughter of fire and I surpass myself, if it's about rhyming, clowns
I'm the hardcore beast and I'm not soft
I was born from a killer rhyme, I'm hurricane Katrina
Like a valkyrie, I take you to death, you're not my friend
Strong like radigan annihilating the stage
You're a lie and your envy eliminated you from my family
I don't care what you say, you can talk all you want
I've achieved what you won't do in a lifetime
Get out, beautiful career
You have no future, only have the pear
The hunger for its edge
That empty rhyme fills you and with deafness
Invoice for your child, won't go to a gig outside
Ridiculous, you can't force me to love you
Come and take notes, I know you came to learn
I represent my ovary, the value of a woman
Like Farina, I feel Kardashian when composing
Don't say anything, don't mess with your stupidity
I'm going to heaven and I want to, this is my true game
Like a coup de grâce conquering the whole world
On my way I can be good and with a handkerchief
Flower of real rap, from Chile to all my rappers go!