Capitulo IX

[kase.o]
Bloody records, rap solo, titanium, lucifer
Intrigga, versatile and doc diamond
The bad guys don't die in chapter ix.

[rayka]
Give me a good track and I'll make microphones sweat
I'll make ears bleed in auditoriums
The world will know what I'm capable of
Rap triumphed, study my methods as if they were red numbers
I take a breath and hit your stomach
You'll go to the doctor, I fight like magnesium, energetic
Enigmatic supervillain, Pisces my zodiac sign
Your face wrinkles with the citrus style
I destroy computers with my automatic
I set off bank alarms in my path
I sweep and found the asphalt, cover yourself I throw combo rays
No one is safe, poison is the environment, incursion into territories
I burn in my calculations, I know how to handle it
Between good and evil, who is sane
I'm in the core, with rap vision I aim at you.

[sicario]
I fly over the center
I blow on the boss of the cars and they spin
Tornadoes carry aircraft carriers that I crash into people
Stores burning, innocents electrocuting inside elevators
Our frequency on transistors
Glass and exhaust pipes piercing pedestrians
Enraged mannequins break shop windows
I leave melted tanks in the park's grass
Nationals burning, the commuter train exploding
Dirty sons of bitches trapped among irons squealing like pigs
The flames engulfing their bodies
Phone booths project on a long journey
I collide, tear up roads, the port's norais feed
Tidal waves beating my wings, I feel the terror in their faces
I erase their armies from the map with napalm and sticky bombs.

[chorus]
Smoke, pain, stress
Four, guys, you see
They feel, the tough rap
Buy chapter ix
Welcome to this sphere where bad guys don't die. (x2)

[capaz]
I blow a fuse with my eyes, I'm a pyromaniac
I melt armored glass, demands oxygen
I was the one who blew up the bank, helicopters follow me
I hook them in a jump and smash them below
Broken asphalt creates a good stroke
It says: chaos, written on the ground, in the center
Nico claux in neo tokyo
Bloody records is the place, an easy job
Light for the heroes is hardcore, there are few left
I lift a Pontiac 50 feet in the air outdoors
Concentration like ganja, seriously
Heroes fall ill, politicians burning in suburbs
Mercury in the blood new cataclysm order
Hell on earth, readers are marvel zombies
Looking for the service, doc diamond put the fat beat
It creates a tick for you, I pulse the click
Men and women apocalypse, envy burns you
Intrigga holds you with his elastic flowspeak
Giant trees spitting latex
And thousands of inhabitants are stuck in blisters, I see them sad
They are clear victims passionate about a good lyricist
With a pale face and electric vision
I sit on pages of a hellblazer
In your static city that is a prison.

[kase.o]
With a mysterious and sad walk you saw me
You trembled from the sudden cold you felt
You sensed the disaster you escaped
I'll explain it to you half an hour later
On stage the dancing pop star
Sitting in the stands I wait for evil to prevail
There's a stampede on the sports palace court
Fractures and cuts cause deaths
Banners with blood and children crushed by chaos
Crushed lungs say goodbye
The lip-syncing kid cries shattered on the manager's shoulders
Who had a brighter future yesterday
Around them the parents wait
But a mountain of corpses awaits them
The news arrives and with it the nervous breakdowns
And it can't be, it can't be, my god
A few meters away, in an office
The owner of a newspaper rubs his hands with a million-dollar smile
A funeral on the front page is a great catch
Better than a bombing
2003 in May the pope in Madrid
The same day a nightclub in Tel Aviv catches fire
Here are a hundred kilos of dynamite in a sewer underground
The car rises high but doesn't reach the sky
Penitents vomiting, I scream for every tear
A condom in Africa and I'm out of there buzzing
I have closed the doors of repentance
Because my world view is hardcore
Chaos server, versatile is sublime
Kid I come to violate your verse and listen to how it moans
Above my cinematic elegance in crime depresses
Your rhyme will bleed in the ambulance without a rhyming hymen
Many people say: versatile is frivolous and cruel
Take care of your bitch or I'll make a rug with her skin
He says, versatile is infamous
For my fluorescent semen of words I want her to kneel and suck
When you finish let me know, spit my béchamel on your pad and kiss me
Your tongue tastes like burnt plastic with lumps and blood
It's the taste of the mouth of chapter ix
Put it on your mother.