El Precio De La Fama

To hell, my story in rap causes hysteria, why does your rap shit have no history? It overwhelms you, this millennium has to eat me, emcees every time they see me online showing off the award, what do you have to teach me? Metric, structure or rapper aesthetic? Did you want hardcore, tough rap? Take cover, surely more than one has an open ass. I am the exception, I taught you to rap, another posh in rap, another aspirant; another posh in rap, you will love my metric, my technique is frenetic, not aesthetic, like the sect of daddy's rappers, Santa Claus didn't bring me the outfit. I have structure, style, see how the break of my flow will never beat the beat of my writing (music lover). Sick of rap when I grab the microphone (kleptomaniac), I steal your heart in every rhyme (clown), this is my game, the rap game.
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Fame destroys my calm and fills my soul with hatred. Fame one day fades and the flame turns dark. The price of fame never rests (if since he's famous...), since he's famous what? Nobody has given me anything, shut up, rappers question my loyalty to rap, comrade will pay for every word, nothing more. Purist, what do I do rap cani, my neighborhood is kinki? mannequin of Karl Kani, go with your mommy, this is rap, ghetto star attack, muai tai style, I destroy your rap imposing my law almic. Kinki style, from gangsta paradise, what are you playing, being gangster? You don't know where you're going, I cani for live, issues, junkies, tuning, mafia advice: Take care of what you love, because the fame I had wasn't for singing. It was crazy on the mic free like a tracksuit, now buddies, criticize me behind my back, no more drama, I know, it's the price of fame.
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Fame destroys my calm and fills my soul with hatred.

For a signature in Universal, a multinational, my rap has no credibility, kid you don't understand anything. It makes me think, if I were in zona bruta or in aboy, in hiphop nation Haze would be on the cover today. laughter, what are you going to do with Haze? You can't handle him, he's in your house, it sounds, your sister plays it on the stereo, you know? She feels identified and tells you brother: Your rap doesn't say anything to me. The price of fame touched my honor, I feel how every red eye only inspires me pain. And I don't forgive you, envy will not defeat my microphone, in tune I compose with Dj small on the platophone. I'm not a star, I'm a sequel to that beautiful trail, kbp the old school, fury. My mind transmits the estaedtler, let my anger attack only on paper, ban me. I know you think you're the fetel emcee, I will perish if this CD is not a bestseller ghost.
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Fame destroys my calm and fills my soul with hatred. Fame one day fades and the flame turns dark.