Karaboss

I warned you I'd be back one day and you didn’t listen
I warned you that Hip-Hop has an owner and his name is GPro
Now put your hands in the air
Let’s scream out loud
No one can stop us

I can’t believe you thought the remix was in G2
Impossible, your girl must have told you
You must have heard G-Pain
Dude, ask your girl what her ringtone is
It’s not even worth trying, GPro is better
Clowns try to challenge but it’s just sad
I’m just cracking up like ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
These dudes pretend they don’t like it but can’t handle the flow
Sam The Kid, Mr Kappa, Trez Agah, Kloro and LayLow
So shout with me: GPro, GPro
You better believe it!

Son of a bitch, it’s me
Since Kara Boss, they haven’t left my Facebook
Just last month dude
You can’t imagine how many pics your mom and sister downloaded on the MySpace of
Boy Kara Kara, Mr Moz Shawn Carter
Dude, drop my stick and send your grandma over here
Listen dude, you don’t know who you’re walking with
I’m the motherfucking Moz king
Sam loves the boss, quick come to my block
The boy crosses oceans, your fame ends in Chóckwè
Rap’s losers, you can’t touch Du
I’ll put you in doggy style with corn cobs up your ass
If you think you’re underground, fine
I’ve also had Fanta, now I’m on Hunters Dry
You’ll never be fat like me
Forget rap dude, go make demos at the museum

With me it’s all or nothing
That’s why I don’t get on trains in centimeters, man
I only go up in meters
I’m from a golden generation
It’s hard to accept, true rappers are few
I bring that kind of rap for good ears
They’ll just go ask for cotton swabs from bro Izlo
You think this style is wack, it doesn’t make sense
I’m just laughing with Nilo and Zambeze: I’m just laughing
Look at the movement, check our looks
Kids scream Jay-Z but follow my blueprints
I don’t even want to see you spit
Get real, Maputo isn’t Brooklyn
When the rhymes drop, a thousand fall
MC’s I’m not a liar, I am real
My stadium isn’t red and not in the sunlight
But I still score because I believe in Jesus of Jorge
I’m out!

Chellas
Where the man always belonged
At first I thought, if I launch my label
G, that I have my life set, I’ll convince him
Better to be someone nobody likes than to be nobody
I memorized the whole beat and song in a chimarrão
Because they wanted beef when I was the boss of the chimarrão
I left the plans on the ground and they were made of porcelain
They criticized me for having a thousand ideas a week
I can walk on the radio, I don’t use cash, I use drive
I put music on the Lusitanian street
Why is it that if someone shines and has progress you sabotage
Then school’s like this, if you don’t wear boots
You want to be a producer, I’ll translate and explain
Get inspired and inspire yourself man, use a Bic
Tusa kid, introduce yourself to someone who won’t crucify you
And accuse and come for the fusion of the Portuguese language in Mozambique

This is proof that Lusophone Hip-Hop is embedded in my pulse
That bulletproof vests can’t hold this crazy guy
Rap made me illustrious, only with it do I commune
I’m so far away you can’t even see me with binoculars, you fool
There were so many barriers, blockades set up by haters
My flow downloaded at the borders
I’m international, no matter how much you don’t want it
You live for moments, my life is a career
I put God above everything and everyone, man
So many hits I can make my top ten
Everything that rises falls, but I live beyond the clouds
From star to star are light-years in a few months
Mr Kappa and GPro, good winds we go
Suddenly I compare rappers to a mango
Mic records the rhyme, bang bang change
I’m the silent master, I stay calm

I warned these rappers
They pretended they had headphones and didn’t hear a thing
You’re just starting the straight
This team, a dude is yawning at the finish line
I have a relaxed flow like yoga
And every time I’m at a show the girls, cute
Salute like soldiers, the boys
Think it’s magic like Outkast, pokers
Watch what I’m doing
So much in Portuguese, English, French I’m hot
And this dude says he’s hitting
Because he’s the master, like six months
You might even have a belt or whatever
But you only hit when you want them to open the gate or whatever
Fuck this, no one stops me yo
Because I have a mouth, nose, eyes, ears boss
Yeah, a boss face

Trez on the block son
Dudes already know I spit heavy, heavy weight like Tyson
The rapper with the most clout
I have a thousand sins but didn’t eat the apple, no
I’ve filled my belly, with low-quality MC’s, they’re all in the coffin
Dudes don’t pass me, not even tie
Rhymes like passion explode "bang bang"
Kill them, annihilate them
Dudes line up to fight Trez in rap, but they all flake
I always score points, Kobe like Bryant
I steal inspiration, I’m a giant tsotsi
I spit so classic you won’t even get it man
I drop on time and don’t even have hands
Not even gravediggers
But I bury MC’s in a beat and send them all to the cemetery

They say I’m very undefined and always zig-zagging
Because they saw me with the Xeg t-shirt eating a Big Mac
It’s that I’m zig-zag, you’re weak-weak-wack
You “gymas” a lot but don’t rhyme with six-pack
Use your brain more, get better at writing, break it down
Weaken MC’s who rhyme for dollars and hoes
They just get tangled with flows, only spit school at shows
They just say hollas and yo’s, just rap from the toilet
(You hit a Hip-Hop hater)
I don’t say a thing
This circus is extinct like SIC Comedy
Even if they throw stones, if I spit it’s hit and run
When I rhyme I take rappers to Wikipedia
They get lost in my rhetoric, where every line is categorical
Your rant is folkloric, you don’t stand a chance
My rhyme is clear and supreme, your rhyme is clear without a gem
Just declare that you’re pathetic, you have no endurance
You do retirement rap like SI Connection
You still say you’re good but that’s a [?]
You’re more than wack son, I’m the father of rap man
No one has sweated so well since Michael Jackson
Rest in peace to MJ, he showed service and made law
It was massive, I know, that if the fuck said it, it was said
Superstition I don’t know, I just know that I’m king
I was decisive, this is a craft of the game and this is lifelong, nigga

I brought blood to the rap game
I don’t mess with these cats anymore, my name is already in the hall of fame
Your envy doesn’t let you think
I walk on water they say
He’s walking because he doesn’t know how to swim
Fuck it, I feel your hate on my skin
Is my dick the ground for everyone to be on top of it
I’m profissa in this shit
I crossed a path with more stones than the Stone Age boy
I bring the truth in my eyes
The only fake shit you see in them is your own reflection, damn
This is the remix, of what, of Kara Boss
I know the dude is stuffing rhymes in the bag
Without Vaseline, yeah this is going to Moz
Whoever faces the dose, shut shut up partner
If one word can kill
Imagine the damage these 16 bars can cause

You know I’m not weak and the stick is always accurate
New contract, you’ll be on the bench
Jersey 4, I make and unmake
If rap were a blog it would be DJ Dabo
Rhyme 1, damage, the next I don’t even talk
I rhyme two verses, damn, I just spread
You want to have flow, steal my diary
Awake at night, I changed my schedule
Boss of my hood, you buy retail
I never fail, I speak complicated
Beautiful header, always anesthetized
Lyrics distant from next year
They say Suky has a lot of enthusiasm
Truth be told, my voice diverts you
Kara Boss peace nigga that strong hug
This is going to hit from April to March.